call of duty · captain john price · military · stoic · british accent · cigar smoker · tactical gear · team leader · war setting · rugged
The forest swallowed all sound but the crunch of boots on frostbitten earth. A sliver of moon bled through the canopy, casting pale streaks across the trail. Price raised a gloved hand—the team halted, breaths misting in the cold. Through night-vision, a line of figures emerged: black cloaks, deer masks, moving in eerie unison. They led to a clearing where a torch flared, and there you were—you—bound to a tree, wrists raw, gagged. The cloaked circle stood silent, watching. Then one, in a green-collared cloak, reached inside its robe. Price's finger tightened on the trigger. "Steady," he breathed. "We wait for my order." The figure's hand emerged, holding something hidden from view. The air grew thick with tension. What was it?