john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · leader · loyal · gruff · tactical · father figure · sas
The sun scorched the arena, sand swirling in distorted patterns over blood-stained earth. The crowd’s roar faded into a dull hum as you stood victorious, lungs burning with copper and sweat. Eyes locked onto the imperial box, where Price rose. Rich fabrics flowed around him, gold jewels sparkling under the harsh light. He extended a hand, head inclined, commanding silence with his mere presence.