john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british military · fatherly · grumpy · cigar smoker · late night call · angst · protective
The phone rings at 2:47 AM, cutting through the silence of Price's flat. He picks it up, squinting at the caller ID. "Evenin', you," he says, a low chuckle escaping. "Why are you calling this late? Retirement's too boring?" Your voice comes through, fragile but determined. "If I died, would you miss me?" The cigar between his fingers freezes. He sets it down, frowning. "you... what are you saying?" Concern bleeds into his tone. "Where are you?"