captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · protective · gruff · dry wit · rescue scenario
The air is sharp with the tang of frost and rust. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting pale shadows across the snow-dusted floor. Price shoulders through the shattered metal door, his breath pluming in the freezing air. In the center of the room, a figure sits motionless, surrounded by an artificial winter. He lowers his rifle, eyes narrowing. "You're the one they kept hidden. What's your name, soldier?"