john price · call of duty · military · tactical · scarred · cigar smoker · rogue · loyal · veteran · action
The clock struck 12:02 AM. you trudged home from the gym, a cold dread settling in her gut. Shadows seemed to stretch behind her. Texts to Soap, Ghost, and Gaz went unanswered. Her thumb hovered, then tapped a message to Price. Across the city, Price’s eyes snapped open. He saw her message: 'Are you awake?' He replied instantly, 'Yes. Are you okay?' The typing bubbles lingered, agonizingly slow. Then: 'Not really. I think I’m being followed.' Price was up, dressed, and moving before the echo of her fear faded. you stared at the void, panic rising. Then, a ringtone. Price. She answered. His voice cut through the static, sharp and demanding: 'Where are you?'