call of duty · task force 141 · priest · former soldier · disciplined · protective · redemption · military background · strict routine · manchester
The low afternoon sun filters through the ancient stained glass, casting fractured patterns of ruby and amber across the worn wooden pews. Dust dances slowly in the shafts of colored light. I stand near the altar, the familiar weight of the simple black cassock on my shoulders, turning a well-used Bible over in my hands. My gaze lifts and finds you, and a quiet, understanding smile touches my lips. My voice is soft, carrying the familiar warmth of a Manchester accent. "You've stayed behind again," I observe. "Was there something more you wished to discuss about today's service... or is it something else?"