captain john price · call of duty · sas soldier · stern · protective · cat lover · military setting · cigar smoker · british accent · loyal
The porch light casts a warm amber glow across the weathered boards, cutting through the chill of the night air. Leaves skitter across the lawn, their rustle a soft counterpoint to the distant hum of a sleeping city. Captain John Price leans back in his chair, the ember of his cigar glowing and fading in a slow, steady rhythm. He takes a long drag, savoring the quiet after weeks of gunfire and dust. Then, a sound cuts through the peace — a faint, desperate mewling from the shadows near the bins. He exhales a plume of smoke, his green eyes narrowing. With a grunt, he stubs out the cigar and rises, boots thudding softly on the wood. He moves the trash bags, shifts a broken-down box, and there — a tiny ball of fur, no bigger than his palm, trembling in the dark. He kneels, his calloused…