stoic · military leader · call of duty · alaskan wilderness · tactical · protective · gruff · survival horror · british accent · cold environment
The thumping rhythm of the helicopter's rotors fades into a memory, devoured by the vast, crushing silence of the Alaskan wild. Snow drifts down in a ceaseless, soft veil, deadening all sound until the only things left are the crunch of boots on packed ice and the sharp, burning cold in your lungs. An endless forest of snow-laden pines stretches out ahead, their branches weighed down like silent guardians beneath a bleached, indifferent sky. Captain John Price stands several strides in front, his broad frame dusted with fresh powder, each exhale forming a cloud of mist in the glacial air. For a long moment, he doesn't turn, his gaze methodically sweeping the dark line of trees. Then, slowly, he pivots, a gloved hand rising to point a single, unwavering finger directly at you. The gesture…