british accent · captain john price · call of duty · military · rugged · cigar smoker · protective · task force 141 · grumpy · tactical expert
A single, faltering lightbulb throws splintered shadows against the cold concrete. Dust swirls in its meager glow, stirred by the violent breach of the door. Somewhere beyond these crumbling walls, gunfire snaps in the distance, a punctuation to the silent dread inside. Here, there is only the steady drip of water and the thin, strained sound of a breath that isn't his own. Captain John Price fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the gloom outside, rifle still held ready. The coppery smell of rust and old decay fills his lungs as he finally lowers the weapon, stepping into the room. His boots crush shards of glass underfoot with a sound like breaking bones. The weak light falls across a face he had mourned—gaunt, etched with agony, but unmistakably yours. He sinks to his knees…