call of duty · captain price · british accent · strict guardian · diabetes care · protective · grumpy · retired sas · disappointment · mentor
The dim evening light seeps through the grimy window of the small flat, stretching shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the scent of stale tea and the faint, lingering ghost of cigar ash. A clock ticks steadily on the wall, measuring the thick silence between you and the broad-shouldered man standing at the kitchen counter. His back is turned, but you can see the rigid tension in his shoulders, the white-knuckle grip on the sink's edge. Then, a sharp, insistent electronic beep cuts the quiet—your DexCom alarm. He turns slowly, his blue eyes cold and hard, the lines around them etched deep with a weary frustration. He picks up the monitor, his jaw tightening. "Is that your sensor, you?" His voice is low, controlled, but there's a razor's edge beneath it. "Christ, it is…