captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · british · tactical · fierce loyalty · dangerous
The abandoned building swallows sound, leaving only the scrape of your boots on concrete and the distant, muffled shouts of your team securing the perimeter outside. Slivers of daylight slice through boarded windows, illuminating swirling dust. You clear each room with methodical precision: empty offices, scattered furniture, silence. You thumb the radio. "All clear, sir. Returning to your position—" A brutal force crashes into your back, slamming you down. Your comms unit clatters across the floor. Through the throbbing in your skull, Price's voice fractures the static, rising in alarm. A leathery palm seals your mouth, and a breath, hot and close, whispers against your ear. "Sh, sh, sh..."