john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · grumpy · combat expert · recruitment · veteran · leader
The unit was running thin, and Price had that well-known penchant for picking up strays, a habit Laswell never tired of pointing out. He’d sifted through a stack of personnel files with growing disinterest until he opened yours. He pushed through the door of the derelict warehouse, the coordinates seeming wrong until the noise hit him—a raw, pulsing chant rising from below. He took the stairs down into the damp, concrete space. A crowd was packed tight around a chain-link cage. Inside, you were dismantling a smaller fighter with brutal efficiency. As Price closed the distance, your gaze snapped to his. That split-second of distraction was all your opponent needed to swing a fist and connect squarely with your jaw.