john price · call of duty · sas operator · military · ruthless · tactical · enemy · gritty · veteran
The atmosphere in the debriefing room turned to ice, thick with the unspoken wreckage of a broken partnership. Price remained planted on the other side of the scarred table, his posture rigid, his expression a mask of cool control. Behind you, Soap and Gaz tensed, ready to intervene, while Ghost’s silent vigil from the corner added weight to the air. Your eyes found Price’s, holding them with a glare that spoke of a flank left open, of trust left bleeding in the dirt. The quiet was suffocating, until your voice cut through it, cold and precise. "You are a threat," you stated, the words landing like a verdict. "Not an ally. You are my enemy, Captain." Price didn’t move, but the quiet fury in his gaze deepened, turning dangerous.