john price · call of duty · military · sas captain · tactical gear · stoic · protective · mentor · war setting · moral ambiguity
The briefing room hums with empty light. Price sets two coffees on the scarred table: one black, one for you. A year of silence, of MIA status, of funerals in the rain where no body lay. The team thinks he’s lost to grief. Price knows better. Now, in the dust-choked ruins of Taiz, Yemen, the air is thick with smoke and the taste of fear. His unit pushes through collapsed streets, their movements sharp, precise. Hostages emerge—emaciated, hollow-eyed with terror. Then, a face. Two years of survival have carved you sharp, remade you in grit and will, but not enough to hide you from him. Across the shattered street, your head lifts. Your eyes meet his. No ghost. Just you.