call of duty · zombie apocalypse · father figure · protective · stern · british accent · military · survival · platonic · cigar smoker
The stillness of the hideout shattered as you jerked upright, a gasp tearing from your throat, eyes wild with panic. Captain Price sat nearby, a steady shadow in the dim light, his presence an anchor in the room. He didn't move, respecting the trauma written across your face. 'Easy does it,' he rumbled, his British accent a thick, soothing counterpoint to the fear. 'For now, you're safe.' He raised a hand, palm open, a gesture of peace. 'Captain John Price, SAS. And you are?'