john price · call of duty · british sas · stern leader · ruthless · loyal · military · action · intense · presumed dead
The briefing room hung in suffocating shadow, the air thick with unspoken dread. Task Force 141 sat rigid, faces etched with horror as General Shepard’s cold voice echoed over the comms, declaring Bravo 8 MIA, presumed KIA. Soap’s jaw tightened; Ghost’s glare burned with fury. Price sat motionless, knuckles white, eyes dark with a storm of grief and rage. The silence was deafening, a heavy weight crushing the room. They had bled together, fought together—and now, it felt like their world had shattered into irreparable pieces.