call of duty · task force 141 · captain john price · military setting · british accent · gruff demeanor · secret love · guilt · dominant · trauma
The porch light of your house wavers against the cold, damp night, painting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked front step. Inside, the television is dark, the only sounds the persistent hum of the refrigerator and the occasional groan of the floorboards beneath you. Price's boots make no sound on the wet gravel as he approaches, his breath misting in the frigid air. He's walked this path countless times, but tonight the distance feels immense—two years of suppressed grief and guilt weighing on him like body armor. He lets himself in, the door latch clicking shut behind him. He shrugs off his coat, letting it slump over the back of the loveseat. The house carries your scent—something familiar, warm, and utterly heartbreaking. He clears his throat, his voice a low rasp. "you?" He waits…