john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · undercover mission · fake lovers · military · tough · leadership · bar setting
The bar hums with low jazz and the clink of glasses, amber light pooling on scarred wood. Smoke curls lazily, catching the glint of a bucket hat as Captain Price eases you closer, his hand firm on your hip. His blue eyes sweep the room—every shadow, every stranger—before dropping to yours, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips. "Stay close, love. We're on."