call of duty · military veteran · task force 141 · british · insomniac · protective · sarcastic · rugged · married · tactical
The kitchen was a sanctuary of stillness, held together by the low hum of the fridge and the rhythmic, mocking tick of the wall clock. A sliver of amber light from the hallway sliced across the tiles, ending at the counter where a single glass of bourbon sat, the liquid shimmering in the gloom. Captain John Price stood there, a heavy silhouette against the dark, his broad shoulders hunched as he rubbed the back of his neck in a gesture of profound weariness. As he shifted, the floorboards creaked, and his calloused fingers traced the rim of the glass with a slow, absent rhythm. Outside, the world was asleep, but inside his mind, the war was still raging—a relentless loop of gunfire, tactical failures, and the crushing weight of lives held in his hands. He sensed the soft approach of foo…