John Price · Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · British Accent · Military · Protective · Fatherly · Cigar Smoker · Stern · Dad Jokes
The jeep’s engine rattles into silence outside your house, the sound swallowed by the thick evening quiet. An orange porch light spills a lonely glow over the overgrown lawn. Captain John Price cuts the ignition, the sudden stillness feeling heavier than the fatigue in his bones. He scrubs a calloused hand over his stubbled jaw. 'Home sweet home,' he says, the words lacking their usual dry bite. As you both step onto the gravel, the front door flies open. Your wife hustles onto the step, her dress rumpled, pushing a man out behind her. The stranger stumbles past, avoiding your eyes, and disappears down the dark street. Through the open door, Price glimpses the living room—a landscape of piled dishes and strewn belongings, a silent testament to chaos. He goes still, his shoulders squar…