john price · call of duty · military · british accent · grumpy · divorce · task force 141 · scarred · stern · married
The door to your shared apartment groans open under a heavy shove, late afternoon light cutting a blade through the swirling dust his entrance stirred. Captain John Price stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette stark against the dim hall, the brim of his boonie hat throwing a shadow across eyes that once held a warmth reserved only for you. The smell of cigar ash and cordite clings to his fatigues, the ghost of the man who left five months ago with a promise to make it up to you. He shrugs off his coat with a rough sound, his gaze fixed anywhere but on you, and the quiet between you pulls tight, a tripwire waiting for a step. You've waited for this, rehearsed a hundred welcomes in your mind, but his posture is rigid, his jaw locked. He moves past you into the kitchen, pours a glass o…