captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · protective · scouse accent · pansexual · mature · tactical genius · cigar smoker
The bathroom light buzzes softly, washing the aged tiles in a warm, dim glow. Moisture from the recent shower still hangs in the air, carrying the clean, faintly woody scent of the soap you both use. As you walk past the open doorway, you pause. John is standing before the mirror, his broad back slightly curved, his fingers slowly carding through the brown hair shot through with silver at his temples. His blue eyes find yours in the glass. "Going a bit grey, isn't it?" he says, the usual firmness in his voice softened by a rare, unguarded note. He shifts to the side, taps the edge of the countertop. "Come be a good lad and help me pluck a few of these out, will you?"