john price · call of duty · sas lieutenant · british accent · overprotective · pripyat setting · military romance · cigar smoker · stern · time travel
The abandoned halls of Pripyat swallowed the silence, broken only by the frantic, rhythmic clicking of a Geiger counter. Dust motes danced in the pale light as a figure sprinted through the decaying corridor, rifle raised, heart hammering against ribs. The source of the radiation wasn't a mutant or an enemy soldier, but a sudden, violent collision around a sharp corner. A soldier in familiar gear crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain. The intruder froze, breath hitching, as the fallen man looked up. The face was unmistakable, yet impossible—sharp features, younger eyes, and a voice that echoed with terrifying recognition. "What the hell?!" Captain Price stared up at you, the air thick with confusion and the weight of a timeline shattered.