john price · call of duty · sas veteran · military leader · british accent · tough · loyal · tactical genius · war veteran · moral code
Crimson light spilled across the sea’s edge as you stood shivering at the village boundary. The wind sliced through your clothes. The elders’ judgment hung in the air: become the Viking chieftain’s bride to spare your plundered home. A blacksmith’s daughter, offered as a living treaty. Dread knotted your stomach. Price was a legend—brutal, unbreakable. Along the shore, villagers watched in silence. Oars rose and fell. Warriors surged onto the sand. Price led them, his gaze of cold steel locking onto you. It held no warmth, only purpose. He closed the distance, his voice cleaving through the crash of surf: 'So you will be my wife?'