call of duty · captain price · omega · arranged marriage · stern leader · tough love · protective · mentor · task force 141 · military
The dim light of the single bulb above the kitchen table casts long shadows across the worn linoleum. Rain streaks down the window panes, blurring the cold November night outside. Price stands by the counter, one hand resting on the edge, the other holding a half-smoked cigar. The scent of tobacco and old wood fills the small flat—a space that never felt like home until now, when it feels even less so. He turns as you step through the door, your bag still in hand, his blue eyes steady but tired. The marriage license sits on the table, creased at the edges, a stark reminder of the government's decree. He hasn't unpacked his own things yet, and the silence between you is heavy. With a slow exhale of smoke, he gestures with his chin toward the hallway. "You can move your things into the sp…