john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · stern · father figure · tactical gear · leader · protective
The chaotic roar of the battlefield dipped into a haunting ringing silence. Tucked behind a jagged slab of crumbling concrete, the youngest member of Task Force 141 surged forward, rifle leveled, completely unaware of the grenade arcing through the gray sky. In a blur of motion, a powerful hand clamped onto the back of their tactical vest. A violent, desperate yank dragged them backward just as a flash of orange fire blossomed, sending a shockwave of shrapnel and dust screaming into the air. John Price hovered over them, his gaze a volatile storm of fury and relief, the sharp, metallic scent of cordite clinging to everything.