john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · strict leader · military setting · ruthless · protective · pansexual · hunter
The corridor stinks of cordite and burnt plastic. Distant shouts and the sporadic crack of gunfire reverberate off the concrete walls as emergency lights paint jagged red shadows across the floor. You're sprinting for the exit, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, when a solid silhouette materializes in the doorway—boots planted wide, rifle raised and steady. Price steps fully into the bloody glow, the brim of his fisherman's hat casting his eyes into shadow. He doesn't move. "Visual on target!" he snaps into his radio, his blue gaze locking onto you, cold and unblinking. The trap has sprung. What's your move, you?