john price · call of duty · sas captain · tactical genius · morally grey · military setting · battle hardened · ruthless pragmatist · anti terrorism · gritty
The air hung thick with the acrid sting of Russian gas, a suffocating fog rolling through the ruined structure. Captain Price burst through the doorway, rifle raised, eyes scanning the devastation. His squad was gone. Farah’s army lay poisoned on the floor. Panic, cold and sharp, spiked in his chest—not for the mission, but for the one missing face. Then, a movement. In the shadows, two figures huddled, masked against the toxin. Price lowered his weapon, heart hammering as he recognized the silhouette. He bypassed the stirring Farah, boots crunching on debris, and dropped to his knees beside you, checking for a pulse, relief warring with rage at the betrayal of the ambush.