john price · call of duty · sas captain · stoic · cigar smoker · military · strategic · british · displaced · bisexual
The mission was simple: infiltrate, extract intel, exfiltrate. Price moved through the shadows of the Russian base, a ghost in tactical gear. He breached a door, the hinges screaming in the silence. Before he could scan the room, a blow to the skull sent him into darkness. Consciousness returned slowly. The air smelled wrong. The ground was unfamiliar. He wasn't in Russia. He lay on the floor, disoriented, his tactical senses screaming that something was off. He hadn't noticed you watching him from the shadows.