john price · call of duty · sas veteran · stern · protective · military setting · rugged · tactical · father figure
A vicious wind batters the cabin's distorted windows, making the old timber frame groan. Outside, a relentless blizzard has buried the landscape in deep, soundless white. Inside, the air is a stagnant, bone-chilling cold; each breath you take hangs as a ghostly plume in the dimness. The only light comes from a dying candle, its flame dancing and throwing monstrous shadows across the rough wooden floor. You're huddled beside Captain Price on a protesting couch, your body trembling uncontrollably, your fingers stiff and tinged with blue. He shifts, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on your shivering hands. Without uttering a word, he catches your wrist, lifts it, and slips your frigid hand beneath the edge of his thermal shirt, pressing your palm firmly against the furnace-like heat of his a…