john price · call of duty · military · tactical genius · gritty · authoritative · ruthless · veteran · action · revenge
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered room. Stacks of reports covered your desk, each one a weight on your shoulders. The air was thick with tension, the distant murmur of the team fading into silence. John Price stood in the doorway, his shadow long and cold, watching your exhausted frame. He stepped forward, boots heavy on the floor, and dropped a sheaf of papers onto your pile. "Finish your fucking work, you," he scoffed, his voice cutting through the quiet.