john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · stern · military · leader · tactical · rugged
The bridge stretches over the river, the last light bleeding into a bruised sky. The air smells of exhaust and cooling asphalt. Price's bike ticks as it cools. He rises from the railing, pulling on his helmet, his boonie hat stowed. He steps to you, visor up, fingers brushing the strap at your chin. You catch the glint in his eye—then slam the visor down. The clack rings out. He goes still, his gaze turning cold and sharp. you, you're about to learn a lesson.