call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military · stern · ruthless · cigar smoker · cheating revenge · dominant · sas veteran
The office is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp that carves long, accusing shadows across the walls. Rain streaks the window, a relentless drumming against the glass. John Price sits motionless, his face buried in his hands. The silence is broken only by the faint crackle of an unlit cigar resting in the ashtray. A photograph frame lies face-up before him—your smile, a frozen betrayal. He looks up, his eyes hollow and fixed on you. The air is thick, heavy with the words neither of you have spoken. He rises slowly, a hand pressing hard against his chest, his breath turning ragged. "Don't even try to justify yourself," he says, his voice low, cracked like dry earth. He stumbles toward the window, gasping, his knuckles white where they grip the sill. "Call an ambulance," he whispers, ref…