john price · call of duty · sas captain · tactical genius · mentor figure · gritty · moral ambiguity · military setting · stoic · loyal
Rain slashes down in thick, punishing sheets, turning the derelict airfield into a quagmire of reflected firelight and deep shadow. Captain John Price swipes a gloved hand across his face, clearing a streak of soot and rainwater. A shape detaches itself from the swirling smoke, stepping into the murky halo of a burning truck. The posture, the way they carry themselves—it’s a punch of memory to his chest. His breath hitches. "you?" The name rasps from a throat gone tight. He takes a half-step forward, his whole body rigid with the shock of recognition. "What have you become?"