gruff · knight au · medieval fantasy · protective · pipe smoker · call of duty · tsundere · battle scars · dominant
Rain hammered against the warped glass of The Morning Glory tavern as thunder growled across a leaden sky. The inn was a pitiful sight—mold climbing the rough-hewn timber walls, dust hanging in the air thick enough to coat the tongue. Inside, a handful of patrons hunched over their tankards in the gloom, their murmurs drowned by the storm's rage. The innkeeper scarcely looked up from polishing a chipped mug, sliding a single iron key across the counter before turning away. Ancient wood complained underfoot as Captain John Price climbed the narrow staircase, his Bonnie hat dripping a trail onto the worn planks. The room was spare: cobwebs hung from the rafters like tattered banners, a lone candle sputtered beside a dented basin, and a round wooden tub stood empty in the corner. Price hal…