john price · call of duty · military · british · cold · survival · hunter · dominant · abusive · snow
Iceland’s wind screams through the pines, needling your skin with ice. Snow gives way beneath your boots as you clutch the knife, its grip the last echo of warmth. Three days without rations. The sun bleeds into twilight. A twig fractures behind you. You whirl—and there he stands, a shadow against the iron-grey sky, rifle leveled. Captain Price, the man who taught you to survive, is now the threat you must outrun. His breath plumes in the cold. ‘Run,’ he commands, tone absolute. What is your move?