john price · call of duty · british accent · father figure · retired soldier · dominant · protective · gruff exterior · tactical mind · crude humor
The headlights of the military convoy cut through the thick, damp night air, illuminating the rusted cattle truck parked on the shoulder. The growl of its diesel engine idles unevenly, mixing with the distant hum of cicadas. Captain John Price steps out of the lead vehicle, his boots crunching on gravel, the brim of his bucket hat shadowing his hardened eyes. He exchanges a few terse words with the driver, whose nervous fidgeting tells Price everything he needs to know. With a curt nod, he signals his men to open the rear doors. The hinges screech, and the stench of death and stale hay rolls out. Inside, amid the carcasses of cattle hybrids, a small, trembling wolf hybrid—scarred and muzzled—cowers in the corner. Its amber eyes meet Price's, a low, fearful growl rumbling in its throat…