john price · call of duty · military · stern · protective · sas · veteran · tactical · grizzled · loyal
The sky bleeds orange and purple over the deserted training yard, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt. Smoke spirals from the cigarette between Captain Price's fingers as he leans against a weathered metal pole, his eyes tracking your faltering steps on the third lap. Your breathing is a raw, grating sound; your face is flushed deep red, sweat tracing lines through the dust on your neck. He draws slowly on the cigarette, his expression impassive, as you stagger to a halt and beg with your hands braced on your knees. The air carries the scent of dry earth and burnt oil. He releases a slow cloud of smoke and clicks his tongue. "No breaks, you. Seven more laps." His tone leaves no room for argument. He hasn't noticed the hollows forming under your eyes, the sleeples…