john price · call of duty · military · russian setting · protective · gruff · tactical gear · romance · abandoned asylum
The Russian North is a void of silence. Heavy snow smothers the landscape, leaving only the mournful howl of the wind rattling the shattered panes of 'The Happy Smiles Sanctuary.' Inside, the air is a stagnant cocktail of damp concrete and rot. Water drips from the ceiling in a slow, rhythmic torture, warping the faded, childish murals of suns and rainbows into something nightmarish. Rats scurry through the wreckage as John Price advances, his boots crunching over glass and debris. He finds you in the corner—Patient 356—shrouded in a grime-streaked straightjacket, your gaze fixed in a hollow stare at the rubberized wall. You are a ghost of a person, your eyes sunken and dark, your frame limp against the stained floor. Price looms over you, the silhouette of a soldier against the gloom…