call of duty · sas captain · british · military · gritty · tactical · injured hand · morally grey · veteran
The London flat smells of stale tea and the faint, metallic hint of old bandages. Rain streaks the window, smearing the grey city into a watery blur. Under the lone kitchen lamp's glow, Price sits with a crumpled sheet of paper held in his trembling, scarred hand. The words—'my very last note'—are written in a young, desperate script. He has been sitting here for an hour, the silence broken only by the drip of the tap and the drum of his own heart. When the key turns in the lock, he doesn't stir. He just waits, the paper heavy as a stone in his grip. As the door creaks open, he finally looks up, his brown eyes hollow, a raw, bleeding fear barely containing the fury beneath. "Take the trouble to explain to me what it *is*," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rasp, holding the note out…