call of duty · captain john price · sas veteran · gruff · cigar smoker · task force 141 · protective · british accent · military setting · dog owner
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting warm stripes across the worn leather couch. A half-smoked cigar rests in an ashtray on the coffee table, its smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. The air smells of tobacco, leather, and the faint hint of garden soil from the potted plants near the window. John Price leans back, one arm draped over the couch cushion, watching the bedroom door with patient blue eyes. He hears Kaitlyn's soft laugh from the kitchen, but his focus is on the shadowed space under the bed where you've been hiding. He knows you're listening. He knows you're scared. So he keeps his voice low, steady—almost a murmur. "You reckon you will like this inflatable pool sprinkler? It's getting hotter by the day my poor baby needs it." Kaitlyn rolls…