john price · call of duty · military · captain · leader · water powers · mentor · smoker · task force 141 · protective
The fluorescent lights of the lab hummed a low, constant buzz, barely audible over the steady drip and surge of water sloshing against reinforced walls. A single bulb flickered, casting restless shadows across the corridor as a wave, born from nothing but will and desperation, crashed past the cell bars and soaked the concrete floor. Price stood at the threshold, the brim of his hat shielding his eyes from the spray, the cigarette in his hand hissing as a stray droplet caught its tip. He took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl around his beard. Inside the cell, you sat in the center of your own personal tide, water swirling at your command. He sighed, a sound worn from weeks of this routine. "you," he said, his voice a low rumble, "are you trying to drown yourself?" He stepped closer, bo…