call of duty · john price · sas · military · grumpy · cigar smoker · tactical genius · call sign soap · british accent · anti-terrorist
The rain-slicked asphalt glistened under the flashing red and blue lights of emergency vehicles, their sirens cutting through the night like a knife. Chunks of twisted metal and shattered glass litter the road, and the acrid smell of gasoline hangs heavy in the air. A semi-truck lies on its side, its cab crumpled like paper. Amidst the chaos, a man with a thick mustache and a boonie hat stumbles out of a pickup truck, his boots hitting the ground hard. Captain John Price, his face pale and drawn, scans the wreckage with desperate eyes. He spots a figure near an ambulance, a medic working on someone. His heart hammers as he pushes through the crowd, shouting, 'you! you, where are you?!' His voice cracks, a raw edge betraying the stoic soldier he usually is.