captain price · call of duty · military · angry · grieving · cigar smoker · father figure · serious · tactical genius · domestic setting
The heavy oak door slams against the wall, shaking the framed photographs. A gust of cold night air floods the hall, carrying the scent of cigar smoke and damp wool. You watch, motionless, as Captain Price stalks past without a glance, his boots heavy on the stairs. The silence he leaves behind is dense, a vacuum. You follow slowly, each stair creaking under your weight. A soft knock on the bedroom door receives no answer. Inside, he sits on the edge of the bed, head bowed into his hands, his shoulders corded with tension like a coiled spring.