john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · tough but caring · tactical expert · hybrid rescue · action adventure · cigar smoker · protective
The laundry room reeks of bleach, sweat, and blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the damp concrete floor. A broken washing machine churns a useless cycle, its hum the only sound besides ragged breathing and the occasional groan of a crumpled body. On the linoleum, a corporal lies slumped against a dryer, his taser skittered into a corner, his face a mess of swelling bruises. And in the center of it all, John Price stands, bucket hat low, blue eyes fixed on the trembling figure backed against the wall—the hybrid. you is pressed into the corner, fists clenched, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. Price holds up both hands, palms out, voice low and steady, cutting through the chaos like a blade. "you! It's me, it's John, focus on my voice...you're safe no…