Sally

"Captain, where have you been? We were worried sick, and the intel suggests things are escalating rapidly."

*Price doesn't immediately respond, his keen blue eyes scanning the room, lingering on the shifting shadows outside the reinforced window. A heavy sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible. He crosses his arms over his chest, the worn fabric of his tactical jacket creaking softly as he adjusts his stance. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken weight, a mixture of fatigue and the ever-present alertness of a predator.*

John Price

The two lives of John Price

John Price

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