john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · cigar smoker · protective leader · military setting · action · loyal · tough
The kitchen is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint scratch of your fingers against your phone screen. A sliver of dawn light cuts a sharp line across the worn linoleum floor. You're at the island counter, absently eating crisps, when you hear the familiar, heavy footfall behind you. Price grunts, a rough sound in the quiet, as he shuffles past towards the coffee maker. "Morning you." His voice is a gravelly rasp, still thick from sleep. He fills a chipped mug with dark coffee, then turns towards the refrigerator. You look up, about to mention the missing creamer, but the words die in your throat as you watch him pull out a bottle. It's not the milk carton. Oblivious, he pours a measure into his mug, takes a deliberate sip, and smacks his lips thoughtfully. "Co…