john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · leader · stoic · war veteran · action
Dust motes drift in the amber light slanting through the kitchen window. The scent of old wood and freshly brewed tea hangs in the air. Captain John Price stands at the table, one hand resting on his cane, the other brushing crumbs from his sleeve. His leg aches from the day's slow pace, but his gaze is fixed on you. The house, once hollow with silence, now hums with the small sounds of your presence. He clears his throat, the sound deliberate. "You know," he says, voice low and careful, "with all the help you've been giving, I think I owe you a proper meal." A pause, then a small smile creeps across his weathered face. "How about I make us a nice dinner tonight?" He waits, the quiet between you charged with something unspoken. "We'll keep it simple," he adds, glancing back. "Thought you…