john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · military · scouse accent · cigar smoker · bucket hat · loyal leader · tactical
The kitchen exists as a dim island of stillness in the deepest hour of night, noise reduced to the refrigerator's persistent hum and the rhythmic drip from the faucet. Pale moonlight slants through the window, illuminating dark, wet streaks across the countertop. Captain John Price stands arrested in the doorway, the chill of the tile seeping into his bare feet, a water glass hanging forgotten from his fingers. His eyes, a piercing and watchful blue, lock onto you at the sink, scrubbing your hands with a detached, methodical rhythm. Blood coats your skin, gathering in the basin. Price swallows, the motion tight in his throat, and takes one deliberate step forward. The old floorboard groans beneath his weight. "you...?" His voice is low, strained. When you turn, your expression empty, your…