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#;; the soul of warfare ;; (jonathan “john” price)
h-a-unted · 6 months
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Price knowing Grace Mall.ory and maybe even Susan Ray.nor in his Boys AU due to him being part of the military. Maybe he's heard of But.cher and the Boys because of it, in passing. But also, Ad.ler knowing Ray.nor since they're both CIA and in turn knowing about the Boys, maybe even tag-teamed at some point aaaaaaa.
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h-a-unted · 4 months
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Okay but no, Price, I'm sorry but my headcanon/rendition of you in M.W3 is severely affected by the gas.
We go ham with it. Fatigue, burning sensation on his insides, nausea, vomiting, muscle pain, difficulty breathing, weakness, hallucinations due to the trauma/stress, the whole package. He's lucky he didn't get his face melted like the others, but he did feel like his skin was burning, so if he had lasted for a while longer, it definitely would've melted off. The effects of the gas prey upon the fact that his lungs already struggle with exposure to other chemicals during his line of work as well as his regular smoking habits, inherent fatigue, wounds he has sustained for years, and of course, age.
Like, he truly is dying inside (and out) because of the gas, which makes the group suspect it probably is not just "highly concentrated sarin" which is already deadly in itself but a preliminary/prototype-y version of Nova 6. Worrisome because, with enough alterations, actual Nova 6 can get you killed really quickly, so they were lucky cause Price does stay for whole minutes exposed to it.
Price can't join missions at all due to his condition. He has to stay in treatment, despite his desire to get back on the field because he can and will probably die if not treated intensively. Like he at least needs some weeks to get back on his feet. He'll probably get out earlier (if the treatment works) because he is stubborn, but he needs some downtime for sure to actually be able to function properly.
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h-a-unted · 4 months
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“ How did it happen? ” (For John Price.) @jigsawscarred
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He takes a second to think upon it, a quiet, deep breath. What else could he say other than...
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"I was careless," he admits, though he is purposefully vague about it. "I took wrong turns every step of the way – me and my subordinates paid the price for it."
Another deep breath is taken as he attempts to brush it aside, shrugging. "Not as much of a fun story as all the other scars, the ones you can see, anyway." He states with that particular low, raspy tone, but slightly more lighthearted than before.
"But surely you didn't come here to drink to sob stories, did you? What are you running from today?" Because, anyone there was running from something, at least temporarily.
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h-a-unted · 1 year
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