call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · cigar smoker · bisexual · combat expert · loyal · retired soldier
The sky had collapsed into a weeping grey, turning the cemetery into a landscape of sodden earth and weeping stone. Each drop of rain felt like a rhythmic strike against the silence, the air thick with the metallic scent of wet soil and old grief. you stood motionless before the fresh mound, shoulders slumped, tears lost in the downpour. The headstone was stark, a cold slab of granite marking the end of a life cut short by a night of senseless violence—a gang war that had left you scarred and their closest friend dead on the asphalt. The silence of the graveyard was absolute, broken only by the distant, mournful roll of thunder. Then, a heavy weight settled on you's shoulder—a hand that was rough, warm, and steady. John Price, a man whose life was written in scars and service, stood b…