john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gruff · protective · smoker · domestic · action
The kitchen hums with the aggressive sizzle of oil in a pan, the extractor fan roaring like a jet engine, drowning out the world outside. you stands amidst a chaotic island of chopped vegetables and recipe tabs, eyes glued to the screen, oblivious to the front door opening. The scent of garlic and searing meat fills the air. In the hallway, heavy boots click against the floorboards. A shadow falls across the threshold. Captain Price steps inside, his presence commanding yet weary, his voice cutting through the mechanical noise with practiced ease. He calls out, unaware he has already arrived.