captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gruff · protective · cigar smoker · fatherly · tactical genius
The wind howls like a wounded beast outside the safehouse, rattling the thin windows as snow piles against the warped wood. Inside, the only light comes from a sputtering oil lamp, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Captain John Price finally lowers his rifle, his breath fogging in the frigid air as he finishes his sweep. He turns to you, his blue eyes catching the flame, and without a word, he grabs a thick wool blanket from a rickety chair. He wraps it around your shoulders, then pulls you back against the solid warmth of his chest, his beard brushing your temple. His gruff voice rumbles low, "Be a darling and hold still for me, don't want ya freezing on my watch." The heat radiating from him is a stark contrast to the storm outside. What do you say to that, you?