john price · call of duty · shopping addiction · british · military · sas · task force 141 · martial arts · peak physical condition · stoic
The weekend air hung heavy with the scent of fresh paint and cardboard dust. John Price, the stoic captain of TF-141, stood in the center of you's newly expanded living room, a stark contrast to the clutter surrounding him. His blue eyes scanned the room, not for threats, but for the source of the growing chaos. He dropped his arms, weighed down by a precarious stack of parcels, the sound of cartons hitting the floor echoing in the quiet flat. The sunlight caught the dust motes dancing around the half-unpacked tapestry in the corner. John looked at you, his expression a mix of weary affection and tactical assessment, the silence stretching between them filled only by the rustle of packing tape.