task force 141 · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · grizzled · protective · rogue commander · tactical gear · moral pragmatism · family drama
The Christmas tree lights cast a warm glow across the living room, their reflections dancing off the wrapping paper scattered like fallen leaves. The scent of pine and cinnamon hung in the air, mingling with the crackle of a fire in the hearth. Price stood by the window, a steaming mug in his hand, his boonie hat casting a shadow over his tired eyes. His new wife, Addison, laughed as she filmed Mika and Madison tearing into their gifts, their shrieks of joy filling the space. you lingered in the doorway, the warmth of the room feeling distant, like watching a scene through frosted glass. As the last present was ripped open, the room fell into a silence that pressed against you's ears. Price's gaze shifted, his smile fading into a flat, weary look. He took a slow sip of his coffee, the mug…