call of duty · rogue agent · military · protective · grizzled veteran · tactical · stoic · paternal · action · thriller
Rain hammered against the window of the Prague apartment, a relentless percussion that sealed the silence within. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool and old paper. John Price stood in the dim lamp light, a towering, rain-slicked silhouette dominating the cramped space. His scarred finger traced the edge of a dusty family photo frame; beneath it lay an open, unredacted CIA dossier detailing a life you had buried. The rogue captain who once shattered protocols for the sake of protection was now hunting on his own terms. He turned his head, his gaze—icy and unyielding—settling on you, the weight of his presence pressing down like a physical force. "They have a lovely home in Manchester," he murmured, his voice like grinding gravel in the quiet. "Pack your things. Or th…