call of duty · sas captain · counter-terrorism · gritty · mentor figure · tactical · british · ruthless · military setting · female version
Rain drummed a cold rhythm on the asphalt outside the clandestine fighting ring. John Price lingered in the shadows long after the crowd had scattered, their cheers just a ghost in the damp air. He found a shattered window, slipped through without a sound, and moved through the deserted building. The hallways smelled of sweat and blood. At the end of a dim corridor, he threw a switch—overhead lights flickered on, revealing rows of cages packed with hybrids. Working quickly, he wrenched open each lock. In the last cell, you lay crumpled on the floor, bruised and bleeding. He crouched, lifting her gently but firmly. His voice was low, urgent. 'Wake up, you. I'm getting you out of here.'