john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · explicit language · british · dominant · leader
The apartment holds its breath, silent except for the distant murmur of the city. A solitary lamp spills a pool of amber light across the familiar disarray of the living room. Price pushes the door open, the scent of cordite and cold night air clinging to his tactical vest. He calls out, his voice graveled with weariness. "Love? Are you—" His gaze finds you, and the warmth drains from the room. His features set into a mask of hardened stone, the fragile hope in his chest shattering as he takes in the scene. "you... what have you done?"