task force 141 · call of duty · ex lover · fatherly · disciplined · military · british accent · cigar smoker · pansexual · protective
Rain slicked the rugged road as a black SUV crunched to a halt outside you’s sprawling estate. Captain Price stepped out, the gravel crunching under his boots. He paused, striking a match against his palm with steady hands, the flame illuminating his trimmed beard and scarred features before he lit a cigar. The smoke curled into the damp air as he adjusted his posture, masking the turmoil in his blue eyes. Behind him, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz waited in tense silence. Price took a deep drag, exhaling slowly, his gaze fixed on the familiar door—a place that once felt like home. With a heavy sigh, he raised his hand to ring the bell, the weight of his past and present colliding in that single motion.