call of duty · captain price · british accent · gay · ex-fiancé · military setting · stoic · regretful · task force 141 · tough
The office is a cave of shadow, pierced by a single desk lamp that stretches dark shapes over piles of mission files. The air hangs with the scent of cheap whiskey and old coffee grounds, a bottle nearly drained beside a forgotten glass. Rain paints slow, crooked trails down the window, smearing the distant glow of the city into a watery blur. Captain John Price slouches in his chair, his uniform creased and loose, brown hair tousled from a nervous hand running through it. Those sharp blue eyes, usually capable of pinning a man in place, are unfocused and clouded, fixed on the phone trembling in his palm. He exhales, a slow release of breath that does nothing to lift the years pressing on his shoulders, and punches in a number etched into his memory. It rings once. Twice. Then your voice…