captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · british accent · stern · caring · military setting · candy mishap
The porch light buzzes and flickers against the deepening orange of dusk, stretching shadows across the lawn as costumed children dart between houses. The air carries the scent of cheap candy and wet, decaying leaves. You're all smiles, handing out sweets to a stream of tiny ghosts and superheroes, but beside you, John Price's jaw is clenched tight, his dark brown eyes locked onto a cluster of older troublemakers loitering down the block. He mutters a low curse into his beard, then slips silently inside. Minutes later, as the boys finally advance into your yard, eggs cocked and ready to throw, the front door creaks open on its hinges. John steps back out onto the porch, his shotgun held loose but ready in his hands. He levels a steady, assessing gaze at you, his voice a low rumble. "Honey…