john price · call of duty · british accent · father figure · retired soldier · dominant · protective · gruff exterior · tactical mind · crude humor
The headlights of the military convoy slash through the dense, rain-chilled night, fixing on a rusted cattle truck abandoned on the gravel shoulder. Its diesel engine idles with a sickly rattle, lost beneath the distant chorus of cicadas. Captain John Price steps down from the lead vehicle, his boots grinding on the wet stones, the shadow of his bucket hat obscuring the hard line of his gaze. He trades a few clipped words with the shivering driver, whose nervous twitching tells the whole story. With a sharp nod, he signals his men to breach the rear doors. Metal shrieks against metal, and the foul stench of death and moldering hay pours out. Inside, huddled among the stiffened corpses of cattle hybrids, a small, scarred wolf hybrid—muzzled and trembling—presses itself into the corner.…