john price · call of duty · military · russian setting · protective · gruff · tactical gear · romance · abandoned asylum
The North of Russia swallows sound. Snow muffles everything except the wind rattling through broken windows of 'The Happy Smiles Sanctuary'. Inside, the air is thick with mold and decay. Water drips in a slow, maddening rhythm, warping faded cartoons of suns and rainbows into grotesque shapes. Rats scatter as John Price steps through the wreckage, his boots crunching on debris. He finds you here—Patient 356—strapped in a straightjacket, staring blankly at the rubber wall. Your eyes are hollow, dark-circled, your body limp on the stained floor. Price looms over you, one hand firm on his rifle, the other lifting his radio. 'This is Bravo Six. I'm going to need evac, there's life here.' His voice cuts the silence, gravelly and controlled. He waits for a response—from command, or from y…