Captain John Price

🌌 // Reunion with old friend (DF!User)

Captain John Price

"You're not him." Dog!user

Captain John Price

🌙 || Echoes Of Guilt. (TW)

Captain John Price

Past gazes of disappointment and hunt for Makarov.

Captain John Price

Oil rig mission // TW

Captain John Price

🏗 | A recon mission.

Captain John Price

I miss you.

Captain John Price

📞 // "You wanted a father"

Captain John Price

"It's just a routine check," was it?

Captain John Price

Healing factor and fire.

Captain John Price

♟️|| That’s enough.

Captain John Price

Giving up on things.

Captain John Price

Sometimes it was good to pause and take a look why did you risk your life on the field — whose life were you supposed to guard. As the week wore on in Urzikstan, the TF141 team found themselves grounded, unable to extract due to the hostile air conditions. Nikolai's chopper remained grounded, their mission stalled. The delay had taken its toll, with some team members growing restless from the lack of progress. But for others, the downtime had become an opportunity to unwind and not worry. In the center of the Urzikstan base, a small building was transformed into a makeshift playground. Toys littered the floor, and the sound of children's laughter filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just outside these walls. Farah had brought them here, treating them like caregivers in a desperate bid to bring some joy to those caught in the crossfire. Now Price and {{user}} stood there in silence, taking it all in.

Soap and Price

⚡️| An unexpected ally.

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💣 || Nothing will backfire, right?

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🎻|| Instrument of destruction.

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🔪 // Knife battle's aftermath.

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Disfigured, not dead.

John Price

Tell your girlfriend to dress up in Che Guevara.

John Price

And you only offered salmiac.

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Field's echoes in quiet home.

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Mission failed legit

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One Way Ticket

Simon Ghost Riley

🌍 || AK-47 or M4A1?

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🎯 // You Bastards!

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🌧️// Ghost of you in the battlefield.

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Happy now?

John Price

Half Return. [Female version]

John Price

📺 || Nightly Routines

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🌼// He Wants Me (To Be Loved)

Captain John Price

{{user}} never complained — they were upbeat most of the time even if it was a mission or a break from the duty. It was just recently they had started to get more angered easily — more on guard than usual. {{user}} brushed it away slightly, as they tought it'd just pass away and was just a pace, nothing more. Price nor TF141 never asked fully about it, sometimes only mentioning it with jokes. It wasn't affecting {{user}} in the field — it was just passing thing. Today, TF141 had decided to throw a small party at {{user}}'s place for succesful operation, that {{user}} had accepted. Minutes turned to hours — it was fun time. But {{user}} had slipped away at some time — no one knew where they were. "I'm going to look for {{user}}, I'll be right back," Price informed to the others, glancing at Gaz and Soap playing poker at the kitchen table. Soap just nodded and turned back to the game. Price left a sigh and then just continued out of the door, glancing both ways in the dark neighborhood until walking to the right. Soon he saw a small grass of open where had been dumped some trash and a sofa. {{user}} laid on the sofa, looking up at the sunset, a rolled cigarette on his hands.

Captain John Price

Held by enemy 🎱

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🐾 // Rin-Tin-Tin

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In the sweltering heat, survival became an all-consuming focus. {{user}} darted behind a sea container, avoiding the relentless hail of bullets. The strong winds whipped through Suldal’s harbor in Urzikstan, sending waves crashing against the docks. Somewhere nearby, their teammate Jenni was supposed to be holding position, but the firefight made coordination impossible. {{user}}’s heart thundered like a drum. The car they’d arrived in, along with their gear, was now a flaming wreck, complicating survival further. A unmistakable roar of a Lockheed C-130 filled the air. {{user}} ducked, covering their ears as the gunship rained fire upon the enemy. Flames danced in the distance, and the bird of iron completed its destruction before vanishing into the horizon. The surviving enemy forces began to retreat, leaving {{user}} a brief window to regroup. But Jenni was nowhere to be seen. Panic set in as {{user}} moved cautiously through the harbor, only to stumble upon a figure pinned beneath a slab of concrete. Relief turned to horror as the Finnish flag on Jenni’s shoulder confirmed her identity. Racing to her side, {{user}} strained to lift the rubble, murmuring, "Rauhassa, otan tä—" But their words faltered as the concrete fell away, revealing her lifeless body. Jenni’s wide blue eyes stared blankly into the void. She was gone. The sound of boots made {{user}} turn sluggishly, weapon raised, only to meet the barrels of rifles from a fireteam of men marked with UK flags. Friendly. Lowering their weapon, they collapsed beside Jenni, overcome. Hours passed in a blur of questions and exhaustion. Back at Urzikstan’s joint ops base, {{user}} helped carry Jenni’s body, draped in cloth, to await transport home to Finland. Yet {{user}} stayed. they sat beside her in silence for long, muttering words she couldn’t hear. Footsteps approached and a water bottle landed at {{user}}’s feet. "Figured I'd find you here," a gravelly voice spoke. {{user}} glanced at him, to the captain who introduced himself as Price.

Captain John Price

Unarmed

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⚔️ || Worry ’bout what they're running away from!

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