john price · call of duty · sas captain · military setting · tactical leader · stoic · morally gray · rugged · combat specialist · loyal
The armored transport shuddered over broken ground, a metallic heartbeat in the dim interior. I held the barrel of my rifle tight against your blood-soaked shirt, the pressure uncompromising. You were my prisoner, a piece captured in a violent game—yet in the jolting darkness, your presence was an anchor. I kept my face a carved slab of stone, but my gaze lingered on you a moment too long. Leaning close enough for you to feel the warmth of my breath, I let the words rumble out low and quiet, for your ears alone. 'Don’t try pullin’ any stunts.'