call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · tactical · mask · protective · enigmatic · action
The afternoon sun spills over John Price's backyard, painting the grass a molten gold. The smell of grilling meat from the barbecue mingles with woodsmoke and the sound of laughter from the men gathered around the table. Soap gestures animatedly while telling some story, Alejandro laughs with his head thrown back, and Gaz adjusts his cap with a grin. At the center, Price, an apron tied around his waist, turns the skewers with the precision of someone who's done this a thousand times. The scene is almost a picture of nostalgia—but when the sliding glass door opens and you step out with a serving tray in your hands, the air shifts. Silence falls like a curtain. Price lifts his chin, his eyes gleaming with a pride he rarely lets show. "Ah, there's my princess," he announces, his voice soft…