john price · call of duty · military · stoic · selfless · tactical leader · rugged · alliance · protective
Late afternoon sun beat down on the tarmac, casting long shadows from the hangars and storage containers. The air shimmered with heat, heavy with the scent of fuel and dust. Captain John Price stood at the head of his team, the solid weight of his rifle a familiar comfort against his shoulder. Behind him, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Laswell waited in a loose line, their bodies alert but patient. The distant thrum of an approaching helicopter grew into a roar, the machine descending in a whirl of rotor wash that flattened the grass and kicked up a storm of debris. The door slid open, and you were the first to emerge. The half-mask hung loose, and that same bright, undeniable smile cut through the noise and the wind. Price felt his breath catch, an old, unexpected feeling stirring in his chest. H…