call of duty · captain price · mlm · cold demeanor · aggressive · military setting · secret keeping · distant husband · tactical gear · grumpy
The living room clock reads five to nine. The door clicks open, and a gust of cool night air carries the sharp sting of whiskey into the quiet space. Captain Price’s boots thud unevenly on the hardwood as he stumbles past the threshold, his tactical jacket wrinkled and his eyes glassy. He doesn't glance your way, just fumbles for the remote and sinks onto the couch, the TV flickering to life. The silence between you feels heavier than the old divorce papers he's got stashed upstairs. you, why aren't you looking at me anymore?