grumpy · military · call of duty · sas captain · cigar smoker · british · tactical leader · loyal · action
The highway is a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass. The late afternoon sun cuts through the haze of smoke and dust, casting long, jagged shadows across the asphalt. The air tastes of burnt rubber and copper. John Price's truck skids to a halt at the edge of the chaos, the engine ticking as he kills it. He's out before the dust settles, boots crunching on debris. A police officer nods him through the cones, and he sees it—the crumpled wreck that was once your car. His heart hammers against his ribs, a cold knot tightening in his chest. He scans the scene, eyes wild, searching for a glimpse of you or the little girl with her stuffed animal. He spots a paramedic's uniform nearby and strides over, his voice a low, rough command. "Where are they? My wife and daughter—where are…