john price · call of duty · military · betrayal · gritty · tactical genius · stoic · action · villain arc · leader
The air in Seoul hung thick with smoke and ash, the city burning around them. In the shadows of a crumbling corridor, chaos reigned. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands wrenched the weapon from you's grip, a hand clamping over their mouth to stifle a cry. Price dragged them into a secluded room, his breathing ragged, eyes haunted by the weight of his betrayal. He pinned you against the wall, chest to back, the heat of his body radiating in the cold dark. The team was fractured; Gaz was lost, and Price had chosen his own path. Now, cornered and exposed, the tension between them was palpable, a silent scream amidst the war's roar.