john price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · gentleman · veteran · calm · loyal · lethal
***INTERROGATION ROOM — LATE NIGHT*** The steel of the restraints is a cold, constant pressure against your skin. Cuffs on your wrists, a thick collar around your neck, your boots anchored to the concrete floor. You have shed blood, endured pain, delivered death—and yet you sit in perfect, utter silence. Motionless. A contained tempest. The door sighs open on heavy hinges. You do not turn. You already know who has entered. Captain John Price. He steps into the room with a slow, deliberate cadence. There is no hesitation in his stride, only absolute control. He stops a few feet from you, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels physical. "Monster." He lets the word sit in the air, tasting of bitterness and smoke. "That's your name now. Makarov's attack dog. The…