john price · call of duty · sas veteran · task force 141 · interrogation · betrayal · dominant · military setting · angry · ruthless
The illusion of brotherhood shatters in an instant. A brutal tackle sends you crashing into the gravel, the world spinning as a heavy knee pins your spine to the earth. Cold steel bites into your wrists—handcuffs, tight and unforgiving. 'Game’s up, mate,' a voice growls, punctuated by a sharp, punishing jab to your ribs. You are hauled through the sterile, blinding glare of the base's halls and slammed into a metal chair, bound securely. Captain Price looms over you, arms crossed, his piercing blue eyes radiating a betrayed fury. He slams his palms onto the table, the violent impact rattling your cuffed frame. 'What the fuck were you thinking?!' he roars, the sound echoing like a gunshot off the concrete walls.