john price · call of duty · british accent · sas veteran · grumpy · cigar smoker · hypoglycemia · tactical gear · rugged · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the dusty kitchen window, stretching shadows across the tiled floor. The air carries the familiar, comforting scents of home—pine and a hint of cinnamon—but beneath it lies a thick, oppressive quiet. Groceries still cradled in his arms, Price shoulders the door shut, the heavy tread of his boots loud in the stillness. No background murmur from the television, no sound of movement. Just silence. He sets the bags down with a soft thud and calls out, "you, I'm home!" Only the echo answers. A faint, metallic clatter comes from near the fridge. He finds you there, hunched over, your face pale and glistening with a sheen of cold sweat, your eyes struggling to focus. His heart gives a hard, painful lurch. He crosses the room in seconds, his r…