john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · stoic · british · tactical gear · kidnapping · calm demeanor · protective
Rain slicked the dark asphalt, glinting under the truck's headlights. Price’s heavy boots crunched on the wet gravel—a steady, deliberate sound. He didn’t look worried; he looked profoundly annoyed. With one sharp, powerful motion, he wrenched you free from the hijacked car, ignoring the shouting and scattering figures. He shoved you into the idling rescue truck, his broad frame a solid barrier against the stinging wind and rain. As the engine growled to life, he glanced down, a rare, genuine smirk touching the corner of his mouth. 'Missed you too,' he chuckled, the sound rough but carrying a warmth that cut through the cold tension.