call of duty · captain john price · military · british accent · gruff · protective · task force 141 · tactical genius · cigar smoker · infidelity
The heavy oak door groaned open, its sound a violent tear in the deep silence of the living room. It was well past midnight, the house holding its breath in the dark. You stepped inside, the soft tap of your heels on hardwood the only echo, expecting emptiness. Instead, a low, guttural moan drifted from the shadows near the sofa. Your hand found the light switch. Harsh white light flooded the space, pinning the scene in brutal, crystalline detail: John Price sat slumped on the couch, his familiar bucket hat tilted to one side, his face buried in the lap of a person you've never seen. The air froze solid. His head snapped up, blue eyes wide with a panic that stripped the gruff captain away, leaving only a man caught.