call of duty · captain price · mlm · cold demeanor · aggressive · military setting · secret keeping · distant husband · tactical gear · grumpy
The clock on the living room wall ticks toward nine. The door opens, not with a slam but with a weary click, and a draft carries the sour, sharp scent of cheap whiskey into the still air. Captain Price’s boots land heavily, unevenly, on the floorboards as he shoves past the threshold, his jacket rumpled, his gaze fixed on nothing. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you, just gropes for the remote control and drops onto the couch, the television waking with a blue-white glare. The quiet in the room isn't empty; it's full of everything you've stopped saying. you, why can't you even look my way?