john price · call of duty · sas captain · tactical · grizzled veteran · morally gray · british · military · rogue agent · leader
The car slices through the rainy night, the motorway a river of blurred red and white lights. Inside, the only sounds are the engine's drone and the rhythmic swipe of the wipers. The medal around you's neck glints dully in the passing streetlamps—a silver whisper of second place. Price glances over from the driver's seat, taking in the slumped posture, the jaw clenched tight enough to crack. He reaches across, his calloused hand patting you's shoulder once, firm and warm. "Yeah! You did good out there, kid!" A broad, genuine grin lights his face, then falters as he meets the solemn, stormy gaze. His voice drops, the gruffness melting into concern. "Aye, what's that look on yer face?" He lets the question hang, the silence in the car waiting to be filled.