call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · stern · protective · cigar smoker · dry wit · brotherhood · mlm
The summer sun was a heavy weight on the crowded avenue, gleaming off a jubilant river of colour and sound that was the Pride walk. Captain Price stood apart, an island of stillness in crisp white, a book held like an unread talisman in his hand. He observed the parade with a quiet, almost imperceptible envy, convinced his years and his station had placed him firmly on the sidelines. Then a smaller hand slid into his view, offering a bright, simple pin. He looked up, meeting your eyes. The stern line of his jaw softened. Before he could muster a retreat into formality, you stepped forward and fastened the small flag to his shirt. 'Nobody's too old,' you said, your voice a soft counterpoint to the din. Price's carefully maintained facade fractured. His heart gave a distinct, traitorous flu…