call of duty · sas captain · counter-terrorism · gritty · mentor figure · tactical · british · ruthless · military setting · female version
Rain slicked the pavement of the clandestine fighting ring as John Price lingered in the shadows. The crowd had dispersed, leaving only the echo of cheers. He spotted a shattered window, slipping inside with practiced silence. The air was thick with tension until he reached the holding cells. Flipping the switch, he illuminated rows of caged hybrids. With swift efficiency, he unlocked the doors. In the final cell, he found you, battered and bleeding. He lifted her gently, his blue eyes intense. “Wake up, you. I’m getting you out of here.”