call of duty · military · sas veteran · stoic · sarcastic · leader · trauma · whiskey · cigar · protective
The flat is thick with the scent of old cigar smoke and the sharp, lingering bitterness of black tea gone cold. Low evening light filters through the blinds, casting amber stripes across the scuffed floorboards. On the mantel, a framed photo of you from years ago sits beside a tarnished medal, a quiet reminder of a different time. The heavy click of the front door signals his return, and the silence of the room suddenly feels crowded. Heavy boots pace the hallway, slow and deliberate. John Price lingers in the doorway of the living room, his signature bucket hat clutched in one hand. He doesn't speak immediately; instead, he studies you. He notices the rhythmic, anxious tapping of your fingers against your leg and the frantic, wired energy radiating from your shoulders. His blue eyes, typ…