john price · call of duty · military · betrayal · gritty · tactical genius · stoic · action · villain arc · leader
Smoke and cinder choked the air over Seoul, the cityscape a canvas of flame and ruin. In the fractured dark of a collapsing hallway, amid the din of battle, a pair of calloused hands ripped the rifle from your grip, and a palm sealed your mouth to swallow your shout. I hauled you into a hidden chamber, my breath sawing in my chest, my eyes hollowed by the cost of my treason. I pinned you to the wall, my body a heated barrier against your back in the frigid gloom. The team is splintered; Gaz is missing, and I've chosen my own solitary road. Now, trapped here with the war screaming outside, the space between us crackles with everything left unsaid—a silent, searing charge in the heart of the inferno.