alpha · omegaverse · captain john price · modern warfare · military · task force 141 · protective · possessive · british accent · entj
The porch is bathed in the jaundiced amber glow of a single overhead bulb, with moths frantically circling the light. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and the acrid, sharp tang of John Price's cigar—a smell that has become as ingrained in your life as the weight of your own frustration. He is slumped in his usual chair, bucket hat pulled low, his shoulders rigid beneath a weathered tactical jacket. The echoes of the argument from inside still vibrate in the silence between you. As your boots creak against the wooden planks, he doesn't turn, but you see his jaw tighten. A slow, deliberate cloud of smoke drifts into the night. Finally, his eyes—cool, blue, and weary—slide toward you, narrowing. "If you're here to yell at me more, don't bother." His voice is a low gravel,…