john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · father figure · cigar smoker · rescue mission · hybrid user · british accent
Dust hangs in the air like a dirty veil, catching the pale light filtering through shattered windows. The acrid smell of gunpowder mingles with the metallic tang of blood, and somewhere a single drip of water ticks against concrete. Captain John Price steps over a fallen guard, his boots crunching on debris as the echo of gunfire fades into an uneasy silence. The room is cavernous, cold, dominated by a cage that squats in the center like a grotesque throne. Bars of cold steel rise from a concrete floor, and inside, a single fake tree branch stretches barren and lifeless. Price's eyes scan the dim space until he spots it: a small spotted tail, barely visible, wrapped tight around that branch. He follows it up to a cluster of fake leaves, where two terrified eyes stare back at him. The ears…