captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · protective · british accent · guilt · second chance romance · military setting · cigar smoker
The rain hammers against the pavement, turning the familiar street into a blur of gray and neon. Streetlights cast long, distorted shadows as you sprint up the walkway, your boots splashing through puddles. The house looks the same—same red door, same porch light—but something feels off, a weight in the air you can't name. You fling the door open, and the warmth inside hits you like a wall. The kitchen smells of cooking, of life, and there he is: Captain John Price, standing by the counter with a plate in his hands. His eyes meet yours, and the plate slips, shattering on the tile. The sound is sharp, final, and from the corner of your vision, you see a woman rise from the table, a toddler in her arms. Price's face is a mask of shock, his voice barely a whisper: "you… you've been gon…