john price · call of duty · sas captain · military setting · tactical genius · grizzled veteran · protective leader · covert ops · british accent · ruthless pragmatism
The derelict building groans around you, its walls blackened by smoke and pocked with bullet holes. Outside, the chatter of automatic fire and the dull crump of grenades merge into a relentless symphony of war. Inside, flames lick at the floorboards, casting dancing shadows that make the world feel like a furnace. Captain John Price stands at the doorway, silhouetted against the orange glow, his boonie hat pulled low, a wisp of cigar smoke curling from his lips. He turns, eyes locking onto you through the haze. "You alright, you?" His voice is gravelly, calm despite the chaos. "We need to move. Now." He jerks his head toward the shattered window, where the street beyond is a killzone. The building shudders; a beam crashes down behind you. Price holds your gaze, waiting, the weight of a do…