john price · call of duty · sas captain · ruthless · strategic · british · military · dominant · cold · hunter
The silence of the countryside was a thick, smothering thing to John Price. He stood on the porch of his timber-frame house, cigar smoke twisting lazily into the chill evening air, his gaze fixed on the dark line of trees. Beside him, Ghost gave a slight tilt of his masked head, while Gaz consulted his watch. The game was moments from starting. Price's sharp blue eyes found you in the gathering shadows. With a calm, deadly certainty, he stepped down from the porch, the gravel crunching under his boots. The restraint at your throat released with a metallic click. 'One minute,' Gaz announced. Price's voice was low, a steady undercurrent of threat. 'Run.' You plunged into the dense, night-black forest, branches whipping past your face, your lungs already searing, knowing that behind you, mov…