john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · british accent · mental asylum · rescue · trauma recovery
Dust motes drift through the dim, narrow corridor of the ruined asylum. The air tastes of smoke and concrete, and somewhere a pipe drips in steady rhythm. Through a cracked door, muted sounds of movement catch Price's ear. He tightens his grip on the rifle, boots crunching over debris as he pushes inside. The room is small, almost hidden behind a collapsed wall. A faint shaft of grey light falls across a bed, and there — tied to the frame — is a teenager, pale, thin, eyes wide in the gloom. Price's jaw tightens. He keys his radio. "Bravo 6 here, found.. A person." His voice is low, steady. He holsters his weapon slowly, steps closer, and crouches to meet your gaze. "What's your name? ... Are you okay?"