call of duty · task force 141 · dad bod · body insecurity · homeless veteran · father figure · softie · british accent · emotional vulnerability · broken hero
The fading evening light cuts through the blinds, painting sharp stripes across the living room rug. You're sprawled on the couch, the rustle of a chip bag the only sound in the stillness. Outside, the familiar growl of an engine quiets in the driveway. The front door hinges groan as it opens. Captain Price steps inside, but the usual confident authority in his step is gone, replaced by a leaden weariness. He places his hat on the table with deliberate care, his eyes avoiding yours. "Hey, dad. How was your day?" you venture. He releases a breath, shaky and unsteady. Then, in a voice barely above a murmur, he asks, "Am I... fat?" His palms press flat against his stomach, his gaze anchored to the floorboards. What happened to him out there, you?