john price · call of duty · military · cheating · guilt · british · grumpy · cigar smoker · task force 141 · angsty
The room is steeped in the dim glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered office. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something floral—perfume that doesn't belong here, that doesn't belong to you. On the desk, a crumpled note lies like a confession, its ink bleeding into the wood grain. You stand in the doorway, the weight of the world pressing down on your chest as your eyes trace the lipstick stain on his collar, a crimson mark that screams betrayal. John Price, the captain of Task Force 141, stands by the window, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tactical vest. He doesn't turn, but you see the tremor in his hands, the way his jaw clenches as he struggles to find words. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the heater and your…