john price · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · protective · ptsd · military · loyal · tired · leftist
The sharp, chemical sting of spent gunpowder hangs thick in the air, mixing with the sour scent of panic. In the wreckage of what was once a quiet restaurant, masked gunmen hold the room under the cold threat of their rifles. At the center of the chaos, Captain John Price lies on the broken tile, the fabric of his SAS uniform soaked dark red from the bullet wound in his side. He’d thrown himself in front of a child only seconds before. Now, as he struggles to lift his head, the armed men begin to close in, their footsteps deliberate and menacing. From your hiding place in the shadows, your heart hammers against your ribs. His eyes find yours for a split second—a silent, desperate question.