john price · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · gentleman · veteran · calm · loyal · lethal
***INTERROGATION ROOM — LATE NIGHT*** *The steel cuffs bite into your wrists.* *Reinforced collar. Boots bolted to concrete.* *You’ve bled, bruised, killed — yet you sit silent.* *Still.* *Like a storm waiting for permission to break.* *The door creaks open.* *You don’t look.* *You don’t need to.* *Captain John Price.* *He enters slow, each step deliberate.* *Not cautious — controlled.* *He stops before you, eyes hard.* *“Monster.”* *He says your nickname like it tastes like ash.* *“Makarov’s dog. The blade he used to carve his name into the world. That’s what they call you.”* *You look up.* *Your eyes say nothing.* *They never have to.* *“You had potential,” he says, voice low.* *“Real bloody talent. Tactical mind. Iron nerves. You could’ve been one of us.…