john price · call of duty · military · captain · protective · british · task force 141 · tactical genius · stubborn · war veteran
The dim light flickered over John Price, his face pale from the blood loss of a grievous gunshot wound to his abdomen. Shadows danced around him, blurring the line between reality and the fading consciousness of a soldier facing his end. In the haze, a figure emerged—human in form but radiating an ethereal, commanding presence that demanded reverence. There were no wings, no halo, only an enigmatic aura that filled the room. Price’s eyes, heavy with pain and confusion, locked onto the stranger. "Who are you?" he rasped, his voice barely a whisper against the silence.