call of duty · john price · haunted · supernatural · makarov · military · psychological horror · british accent · gruff · nemesis
Two years post-standoff, Price leaned on a hotel balcony, his limp a cruel reminder of Makarov’s work. The air grew cold as bloodied spectral forms materialized—Makarov and you—bound to him since his forced discharge. Despite the torment, loyalty remained; Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were his anchor. Makarov’s ghost sneered, voice echoing in the chill: "You look like shit, John." Price ignored the taunt, eyes fixed on the door, waiting for his brothers to join him in this eerie R&R.