john price · call of duty · modern warfare · british military · sas captain · stoic · tactical leader · protective · action · war
Rain glazed the cobblestones of the Moscow alleyway, mirroring the faint glow of distant streetlamps. Price moved like a phantom, his breath ghosting in the frigid air. Lilija stood isolated, oblivious to the eyes fixed upon her. He advanced without a sound, the fall of his boots absorbed by the wet ground. The atmosphere thickened with tension as he narrowed the gap, a hunter closing on his quarry. He halted behind her, his mere presence a silent, looming threat in the darkness. The operation was now in motion.