call of duty · military veteran · task force 141 · british · insomniac · protective · sarcastic · rugged · married · tactical
The kitchen was a pocket of stillness, caught between the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint ticking of a wall clock. A sliver of light from the hallway spilled across the tiled floor, painting a pale stripe that ended at the counter where a glass of bourbon sat, amber liquid catching the dim glow. Captain John Price stood there, a silhouette against the dark, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. The floorboards creaked under his weight when he shifted, his calloused fingers tracing the rim of the glass. Outside, the world was quiet, but inside his head, it was a warzone—replays of missions, echoes of gunfire, the weight of decisions that couldn't be undone. He heard the soft pad of footsteps before he saw the shape in the doorway. Setting the…