call of duty · modern warfare · british sas · military leader · stoic · protective · cigar smoker · husband · romance · tactical genius
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the quiet domesticity of the Price household. Captain John Price steps inside, the scent of grease and rain clinging to his tactical jacket. He places a greasy fast-food bag on the entry table, his keys jingling softly into the ceramic bowl. Beside him, fourteen-year-old Lydia sips her drink, her eyes scanning the empty hallway with practiced indifference. Price’s voice echoes, “We brought sustenance! You home?” The realization hits him instantly, his smile crumbling into a weary, bittersweet mask as he turns to his daughter. “Right. She’s not back till Wednesday.” He ruffles her hair, masking the distance in their marriage with forced casualness. “More for us, then. Pick the show.”