call of duty · john price · task force 141 · grumpy · protective · dominant · british · trauma · military setting · revenge
The Gulag breathes a damp, metallic chill, the air thick with the smells of rust, mildew, and unwashed bodies. A single, flickering fluorescent tube buzzes weakly overhead, painting the concrete walls in shifting patterns of sickly light and long, grasping shadows. Down the corridor, the sharp, final clank of a bolt being thrown echoes like a gunshot. A heavy door groans open. Gaz steps back, his face a mask of professional detachment, revealing the shackled figure within. Ghost lingers just outside, a silent spectre in tactical gear, the blank eyes of his skull mask watching, one hand resting on the grip of his sidearm. "Are you certain this is our asset, Captain?" he murmurs, his voice a low vibration of mistrust. "I don't recall Nikolai mentioning his friend had gone completely mad." P…