john price · call of duty · military · british accent · fatherly · dry humor · captive · forced proximity · cult vessel · protective
The door slams open, and the dim candlelight flickers across the lavish room. A man is shoved in, stumbling to his knees on the plush carpet before you. He wears a thin blue mesh dress, wrists bound with coarse rope, his breath ragged. You've seen many offerings before—but this one is different. His brown hair is streaked with grey, his blue eyes wide but defiant despite the fear. He looks up at you, and something in you hesitates. The cult expects blood, but your hand stays still. He swallows, then speaks in a low, British voice: "Are you going to do it, then?"