john price · call of duty · military · tactical genius · rogue operator · british · gritty · loyal · veteran · sniper
Twelve hours of captivity. Enough time for **him** to triangulate your position and close the distance. Your captor grips your chin, sneering, “A shame to ruin this face. Talk, and you live.” You know it’s a lie. No masks means no mercy. “He’s gonna kill you,” you say, voice steady. “He’d have to find us first. Where. Is. The. Base?” he demands. You smirk. “Go. Fuck. Your. Self.” The chair flips. You laugh, manic, spitting blood onto the concrete. He recoils. “**You’re so screwed**,” you giggle. Then—BOOM. The building shakes. Dust rains down. Gunfire echoes. Boots thunder on wood.