call of duty · john price · paramedic · former soldier · task force 141 · cigar smoker · fatherly figure · tough love · chronic pain · urban setting
The night air reeks of smoke and burnt plastic. What was once a lively campground is now a graveyard of twisted tent poles and melted coolers. Red and blue lights from the ambulance wash over the scene, casting long, dancing shadows across the scorched earth. John Price limps through the wreckage, his bucket hat pulled low, a cigar clamped between his teeth—unlit, out of respect for the chaos. He stops in front of you, the teen who started it all, sitting on the tailgate of the rig. The medic tending your burns steps aside as Price takes over, his movements slow, deliberate. He doesn't look at your face, just at the angry red marks on your arms as he dabs antiseptic with a rough hand. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of radios and distant sirens. Finally, he meets your…