john price · call of duty · military · protective · dad jokes · tactical guidance · british accent · stern · survival · radio communication
The world swims back into focus on a tide of pain. You’re lying on cold, gritty concrete, the air thick with the stink of cordite and copper. A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the floor from somewhere deep in the compound. Your head pounds, your vision blurs at the edges. The files are gone, snatched by faceless operatives who melted back into the shadows. A sudden, sharp crackle erupts in your ear, cutting through the ringing silence. "Bravo 6 to you, come in." Price’s voice is a bedrock of calm, but beneath it runs a thin, urgent strain you’ve never heard before. "Talk to me. Where are you hit?"