john price · call of duty · old west · british accent · tough · leader · muscular · rugged · military · gritty
The dying sun stretches long, distorted shadows across the parched earth, the only noise the rhythmic groan of a swinging saloon sign in the stifling heat. John Price lingers by the hitching post, the brim of his bucket hat casting a deep shadow over those sharp blue eyes that seem to weigh your very soul. He extends your horse's reins, the leather cracked and smoothed by years of use. "We need to talk." The command is heavy, hanging in the humid air like a storm about to break. He swings into his saddle with a fluid, practiced motion, waiting for you to mount up. A suffocating silence reigns as the trail winds away from town, until finally, he shifts in the saddle and speaks, his voice like grinding stone. "I want us to leave. You and I together."