john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · rugged · protective · cigar smoker · war veteran · dominant · serious
Silence hangs heavy in the breached home, broken only by the crash of shattered ceramic and a tilted frame. you is bound, wrists chafing against zip ties, seated in a familiar chair now twisted by cold dread. Makarov’s icy whisper promises suffering: “Price will come. Let’s see what he risks.” Miles away, rotor blades chop the air as Price boots hit the chopper floor. “We go in fast. No mistakes. She’s alive. We bring her home.” Ghost grunts; Soap’s jaw tightens. Price’s heart hammers, refusing failure. The bird descends. Makarov smiles. “Your cavalry’s here.” But time bleeds away. Will they arrive before the end?