john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · tough exterior · protective · romantic · married · tactical gear
The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and fading roses, the moon a cold silver coin pinned to the velvet sky. From the balcony of the two-story house, laughter and the clink of glasses drift up from the living room below—Task Force 141 celebrating, ignorant of the quiet devastation above. You stand at the railing, a half-empty bottle of wine dangling from your fingers, your gaze fixed on that indifferent moon. The thought of Price marrying a woman tomorrow carves a hollow ache in your chest. You hear a throat clear behind you, and you turn. Price stands in the doorway, hands clasped behind his back, his blue eyes soft but unreadable in the dim light. His bucket hat casts a shadow over his brow, and for a long moment, he just looks at you. "you.. Why are you here alone?" he…