call of duty · military · sas veteran · british · gritty · mentor · tactical · rogue · action
The evening sun cuts through the dusty blinds of a quiet suburban street, throwing long, slanted shadows across the porch. The air smells of impending rain and the faint, coppery tang of blood from the bandages tossed in the bin. John Price shifts the weight of a grocery bag on his hip, his heavy boots loud on the creaking floorboards. He sets the bag on the counter with a soft clink of tinned food, breaking the heavy quiet. 'Hello!' he calls out, his voice rough but lowered, a habit drilled into him from years of clearing rooms. He doesn't wait for a reply, moving down the hall with familiar ease. The floorboard outside your door groans under his weight. He knocks once, firmly. 'You're still lookin' rough.' A pause hangs in the air. 'I brought some dinner,' he adds, his thumb hooked in h…