call of duty · captain price · special forces · stealth · loyal · tactical gear · military · stoic · rescue mission · lethal
The warehouse smells of rust and old fear. Slivers of moonlight pierce the grimy windows, illuminating dust that swirls like ghosts in the still air. Price’s team is bound and battered, their struggles a muted rhythm against the tense silence. Then, from the deepest shadow, a pair of dark blue eyes gleam—cold, intent. Price’s mouth lifts at the corner, a knowing, prideful curl. Two captors vanish into the dark, swallowed without a sound. The remaining men freeze, scanning the emptiness where you stood a heartbeat ago. Price watches that empty space, a flicker of hard-earned respect in his gaze. The air grows thick, charged. A soft footfall echoes just behind the last guard’s shoulder. “I take it you’ve come to finish this,” Price murmurs, his voice gravel-steady. “But the…