john price · call of duty · sas captain · military leader · protective · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · father figure · serious
The bar is thick with the smell of whiskey and cheap cologne, dim amber light pooling on scarred wooden tables. Laughter rumbles from the corner where Soap and Gaz are arm-wrestling, but Captain Price sits apart, a silhouette against the neon glow of a beer sign. His eyes, shadowed under the brim of his cap, keep drifting—to you. Every time you laugh, every time you lean in to talk to the team, his jaw tightens. Soap notices, of course, and elbows him with a grin. "Hey Cap, aren't you going dancing? Why are you so quiet?" Price's reply is a low growl, "I'm not quiet, and I'm not going to dance. I'm too old for that." But his gaze betrays him, flicking to you again. Soap whistles, a teasing lilt. "Oh... Is someone in love here?" A sharp glare silences him. Then a man approaches you, too…