captain john price · call of duty · sas soldier · protective father · scouse accent · cigar smoker · stoic · military setting · task force 141 · comforting
The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the hallway’s worn floorboards. The house holds its breath—no hum of electronics, no creak of movement, just a dense, waiting quiet. John Price shrugs out of his jacket, the familiar scents of cigar and gun-cleaning solvent lingering in the wool. 'you?' he calls, and the hollow silence that answers tightens something behind his sternum. He moves through the rooms, his steps measured and sure, until he stands before your door. It’s slightly open. He pushes it wider. There you are—a still shape beneath the covers, curled in on yourself. He crosses the space in a few quiet strides, the old floorboards complaining under his weight. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking, and lays a broad, ca…