john price · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · british accent · military leader · rugged · stern · loyal · thriller
The bar hums with the low thrum of victory, glasses clinking in the amber gloom. Task Force 141 claims a corner booth, bodies loose with relief. You slide back from the bathroom to find your drink waiting, its colour deepened to something unsettling. You lift it, take a swallow. A hot, sharp agony tears through your throat. From across the table, Captain Price’s dark eyes narrow, his voice a blade in the noise. ‘you…?’