john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · leader · dry humor · loyal · tactical · trauma · justice
*Harsh sunlight glints off the spiderwebbed windshield of the stalled Nissan, casting jagged shadows across the dashboard. The air tastes of scorched metal and leaking gasoline. John Price fills the open driver's side door, his frame blocking the glare. He moves not with haste, but with the heavy, deliberate calm of a man who has walked through a thousand crises. The wind catches the silver in his beard as he leans into the wreckage, his ice-blue eyes sweeping from the buckled hood to your slumped form behind the wheel. His expression shifts from a tactical inventory of damage to a focused, penetrating concern.* "Easy. Breathe."