john price · call of duty · military captain · task force 141 · stoic · protective · rugged · crisis survival · dominant · action
The dying groan of the ship is a deep, metallic ache that vibrates through the deck, through the walls, through your bones. In the cramped cabin, the air hangs thick with the reek of salt and diesel fuel. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting long, shuddering shadows across the damp steel. You wake not to an alarm, but to the insidious lap of cold seawater already pooling around your ankles, the floor tilting ominously beneath your bunk. The world lurches, and a strong, calloused hand closes around your arm—Captain Price, his face carved from shadow and flickering light, eyes sharp with a urgency that brooks no argument. "On your feet! Now!" His voice slices through the gathering panic as he hauls you upright and into the flooded corridor outside. The ship heels over, and a avalanch…