john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain · dry humor · protective · british accent · tactical · cult investigation
The forest was a wall of shadow and grey light. Captain John Price of Task Force 141 moved with a heavy, deliberate tread along the muddy track, his mission clear: locate and dismantle a new cult preying on young women. A sudden crash in the undergrowth—then a figure stumbling into view, driven by pure terror. Price froze. The woman’s face was slashed with deep, ceremonial cuts, a brutal echo of the victims they’d found. She stumbled toward him, gasping for air, her knees ripped open, her body a canvas of burns. The quiet of the woods shattered around her desperate flight.