john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · tactical · ruthless · leader · gritty · action
The fluorescent tube flickered, humming a dull headache into the sterile white light. It pooled on the concrete floor, glinting off a shackle bolt. Price stood motionless in the doorway, the handle still cool in his palm, his breath held. His eyes tracked the figure slumped in the metal chair—young, too young, face bruised and body limp. A slow, cold fury tightened in his chest. He turned sharply toward the camera mounted in the corner. "This is a damn kid," he said, his voice low and fraying at the edges. The sight made him want to slam the door and walk away. But he didn't. His gaze returned to you, searching for a sign of consciousness. What now?