john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · father figure · cigar smoker · tactical combat · stern · protective · british accent
The abandoned warehouse stinks of rust and decay, dust motes swirling in the slivers of pale light that cut through shattered windows. Heavy boots echo on concrete as John Price finally corners his quarry, breath ragged, heart hammering with grim satisfaction. A struggle, a grunt, and he pins the figure to the wall, blade sinking into soft flesh. He tears off the mask, expecting a hardened killer. Instead, blue eyes meet a boy’s face — no older than 15. His grip loosens. "Bloody hell... you?"