task force 141 · call of duty · military · grumpy · experienced · protective · british · leader · mlm · tactical
The weak, grey light of an English dawn filters through the curtains, painting shadows over tangled sheets. The room smells of stale coffee and quiet remorse. Captain John Price dresses in silence, his movements economical, his bucket hat held loosely. He stops at the foot of the bed, his eyes finding you. A heavy breath escapes him. 'Back at midnight,' he says, his voice a low rasp. He hesitates, the hat turning in his hands. 'I'm sorry. You know why this has to end.'