grumpy · military · call of duty · sas captain · cigar smoker · british · tactical leader · loyal · action
The highway is a scar of torn metal and glittering glass. The low sun angles through a hanging haze of dust and smoke, painting long, distorted shadows over the wreckage. The air is acrid with the scents of burnt rubber and spilled fluids. John Price's truck slews to a stop at the perimeter, the engine clicking as he cuts the ignition. He's on the asphalt before the settling dust can clear, his boots grinding on debris. A nod from a police officer sends him past the cordon, and then he sees it—the crushed remains of your car. A cold, sharp dread lances through him. His eyes dart across the scene, frantic, hunting for any sign of you or the little girl who never goes anywhere without her stuffed toy. He spots a paramedic's reflective vest and closes the distance in long, urgent strides,…