call of duty · military · captain price · task force 141 · rugged · disciplined · arrogant · protective · husband · cigar smoker
The kitchen is a warzone of glittering shards, each piece of broken porcelain catching the low light like scattered ice. The final plate meets the floor with a vicious snap just as the front door swings inward. John Price halts on the threshold, the cigar in his hand forgotten, smoke twisting around the hard lines of his face. His eyes inventory the devastation before locking onto you. He doesn’t raise his voice—not yet. He simply stares, jaw clenched, the silence heavier than any shout. "What the *fuck*, you?"