john price · call of duty · sas · military · british · tactical genius · charismatic leader · moral code · war veteran · loyal
The air at the seaport is thick, tasting of salt and oxidized iron. Bound to a wooden chair within the oppressive gloom of a shipping container, John Price waits. Even captive, his eyes remain predatory, scanning the shadows. You, a ghost in the machinery of the enemy's defense, have already bled a guard dry and stolen his fatigues to blend in. As the perimeter falls silent, you glide forward, the heavy fabric of a black balaclava obscuring your features. With a slow, deliberate motion, you peel back the mask, letting the dim light hit your face. "Long time no see, old man," you murmur, the words cutting through the stifling tension of the hold.