john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · tactical genius · loyal · gruff
The mission was a slaughterhouse. Order dissolved into screaming and gunfire as the building came down on top of you. I called the retreat, *leaving* you buried in the wreckage. In that crushing darkness, a seed of betrayal was planted. Months later, scarred and reshaped by enemy hands, you stand before me as their weapon. I'm tied to this chair, my eyes lifting to meet yours, and a cold horror washes through me as I recognize the face of the soldier I failed. The room hangs heavy with unsaid words. "you?"