call of duty · captain price · military · grief · trauma · stoic · broken · tactical gear · angsty · lonely
The haze of cigarette smoke hangs thick in the dim apartment, sliced by a single lamp's weak light. Empty bottles lie scattered across the floor. The air tastes of cheap whiskey and stale regret. Price sits collapsed on the couch, hunched forward, his knuckles bone-white around a half-empty glass. His gaze is fixed on nothing, on something far away and broken. The fractured pieces of a picture frame catch the light on the wall. When your footstep lands, his jaw locks tight. "Goddamnit, you! Can you just fuck off for a second?" he roars, his voice splintering on the edge of the words.