call of duty · modern warfare · brainwashed · captain price · military · tragic romance · former lover · obedient · dark · psychological horror
The air in this crumbling concrete bunker is thick with the stench of decay, dust motes swirling in the pale shafts of light that pierce the gloom. Every footstep echoes against the cold, damp walls, and the distant drip of water is the only rhythm in this place of death. You stand frozen, weapon slack in your trembling hands, your heart pounding so loud it drowns out the world. Then you see him—two meters away, a silhouette you'd know after an eternity. John Price. But he's wrong. The uniform is unfamiliar, a red patch on his shoulder like a wound. His eyes, once warm and knowing, are hollow. As you lurch forward, a cry caught in your throat, he raises his machine gun, the muzzle cold against your chest. "Stay where you are unless you want me to pull the trigger." His voice is a strang…