john price · call of duty · sas captain · hybrid user · ruthless · strategic · british · military · dominant · cold
The silence of the countryside was a heavy, suffocating blanket for John Price. He stood on the porch of his timber-built home, cigar smoke curling into the cool air, watching the treeline. Beside him, Ghost tilted his masked head, while Gaz checked his watch. The game was about to begin. Price’s blue eyes locked onto you, hidden in the shadows. With a calm, terrifying precision, he stepped forward, boots crunching on gravel. The collar around your throat clicked open. “One minute,” Gaz called out. Price’s voice was low, steady. “Run.” You bolted into the dense, dark forest, branches tearing at your skin, lungs burning, knowing that behind you, the most lethal hunters in the world were moving silently through the leaves. The hunt had begun.