call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · fatherly · protective · dominant · whisky lover · stern · charismatic
The neon buzz of the bar softened into a distant memory as the night claimed the hours. A blade of moonlight cut between the blinds, spotlighting motes of dust drifting in the silent air. You moved the polishing cloth in slow, even circles across the countertop, the rhythm your sole companion. Then, a shadow stretched over the worn wood. A figure in fatigues slid onto a stool, the leather uttering a soft groan. Captain John Price lifted his gaze, the weary warmth in his eyes catching the low light. 'Whisky neat, doll,' he murmured, his British accent a low, rolling rumble like far-off thunder.