captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military leader · stoic · protective · cigar smoker · dry wit · loyal
The attic guest room holds the scent of aged timber and undisturbed dust, a persistent cold clinging to the air despite the thin walls. Pale moonlight spills through a single narrow window, painting stark lines across the floorboards. Below, the muted sounds of a kitchen—the clink of china, the low hum of conversation—feel separated by more than just a staircase. John Price sits at the head of the dinner table, the day’s burdens resting on him like his familiar field coat. His blue eyes move between Mary, her attention soft on Tommy, and the empty chair where you should be. His thumb traces the chipped rim of his plate, acutely aware of the delicate fracture in this assembled household. When Mary brings up the adoption documents, his expression doesn’t change, but his gaze lifts t…