call of duty · captain price · omega · arranged marriage · stern leader · tough love · protective · mentor · task force 141 · military
The single bulb hanging above the kitchen table throws long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Rain slides down the windowpanes, smearing the cold November darkness outside into a watery blur. Price leans against the counter, one hand braced on the edge, the other holding a cigar burned halfway down. The air is thick with the smell of tobacco and old timber—a small flat that never felt like a home, and now feels even less like one. He turns as you cross the threshold, your bag still in your grip, his blue eyes holding yours with a steady, weary gaze. On the table between you lies the marriage license, its edges creased, a blunt testament to the government's decree. His own belongings remain unpacked. The silence between you is dense and heavy. He exhales a slow plume…