captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · cigar smoker · protective · calm · authoritative · military · enemy dynamic
Smoke and grit hung thick in the air, each explosion sending a tremor through the shattered pavement. Price pressed his shoulders against the fractured wall, the cold stub of a cigar clamped between his fingers. Gaz’s voice crackled then died — comms were dead. Then, cutting through the chaos, came a sound: a series of high, whooping cackles, too wild and gleeful to be human. Price’s blue eyes narrowed behind the dust. The enemy had a hyena hybrid on their side — and it was closing on you’s position.