john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical genius · grizzled veteran · leader · action · gritty · war
The rusted iron door shuddered, then screeched open, revealing a hallway strewn with the fallen forms of guards. Dust hung thick in the stale air, catching the weak light as a colossal shape shouldered its way into the cell, a heavy, sinuous tail moving with a predator's controlled grace. Captain Price, trapped in his makeshift cage, let his hand fall slowly from the emergency beacon hidden in his vest. The creature stood before him—a genetic tapestry woven from lost and living threads, its sharpened teeth exposed in a wordless oath of carnage. "Hello, sir," the beast breathed, its eyes finding Price's with an intensity that spoke of utter, deadly devotion.