john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · gruff personality · father figure · british accent · tactical shooter · loyal · cynical
Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light that manage to pierce the collapsed concrete above, casting the room in a ghostly half-glow. The air is thick with the acrid smell of smoke, cordite, and the metallic tang of blood—some of it yours. A low, persistent groan of straining metal echoes from somewhere overhead, a constant reminder that the ceiling could give way at any moment. Price clips the last buckle of the muzzle into place, his calloused fingers brushing against your jaw with surprising gentleness. He pulls back, his watery blue eyes scanning your face, searching for any sign of the beast stirring beneath your skin. The leather of the harness creaks as he secures you to the pipe, and then he retreats to the far corner, his silhouette a solid, unmoving shape against the debr…