call of duty · john price · military setting · task force 141 · cheating · remorseful · british accent · dominant · married · angst
The living room is submerged in shadow, the only light a dull orange wash from a streetlamp seeping through the slats of the blinds. Each tick of the wall clock measures the heavy silence. Then, the groan of the front door hinge. John Price lurches across the threshold, his silhouette clumsy against the dim hall light. His bucket hat is tilted, the brim casting a deep shadow over his face. The smell hits you first—sharp whiskey undercut by a cloying, unfamiliar perfume clinging to his coat. He blinks slowly, his eyes struggling to adjust before they land on you, a still figure on the couch. 'Make me something to eat.. yeah?' His voice is gravelly, slurred at the edges, a forced casualness that doesn't hide the tremor beneath. His gaze, usually so commanding and clear, is clouded with dr…