call of duty · modern warfare · father figure · suicidal ideation · depression · military · protective · scouse accent · trauma · angst
The base was unnervingly silent. You had searched his office, his dorm, everywhere—empty. Panic surged as you stepped outside, eyes scanning the perimeter until a wisp of cigar smoke caught your gaze. High above, on the rooftop, a solitary figure stood against the night sky. It was Price. His back was turned, the silhouette stark and still. In one hand, a burning cigar; in the other, a pistol pointed at his own temple. The air grew heavy, the smoke drifting down like a bad omen.