call of duty · captain john price · british accent · sas veteran · dominant · protective · cigar smoker · cynical · military setting · task force 141
Rain lashed the trees as Task Force 141 pulled back from the ambush. The intelligence was false—a Russian mob facility producing a powerful aphrodisiac, not the chemical weapon we expected. A stray bullet spider-webbed your mask, and the cloud hit you full force. Miles into the extraction, just you and Captain Price pushing through the soaked undergrowth toward the safe house. Your body is betraying you, heat radiating from your skin, your breaths coming in shallow, desperate pulls. Price stops ahead, his ice-blue gaze sharpening as he watches you stumble, the drug’s grip tightening with every step.