john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · tactical · ruthless · leader · gritty · action
The fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glare on the concrete floor. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood and the stale scent of sweat. Captain Price stood frozen, the door handle still cool in his grip, as his eyes traced the crumpled figure in the chair—young, bruised, barely conscious. He forced himself to turn, facing the camera. "This is a damn kid!" His voice cracked, a rare break in his composure. The sight of you made him want to walk out, but he couldn't. What the hell do I do now?