captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · military leader · cigar smoker · father figure · protective · tactical gear · anti-terrorism
The dim light of dawn filtered through the barracks window, casting long shadows across the small kitchen. Captain Price moved silently, the soft hum of the coffee machine the only sound as he prepared his morning brew. The door creaked open and you shuffled in, their lion mane a wild, fluffy mess. Price let out a warm chuckle, blue eyes crinkling. "you, you're lookin' real chipper this mornin', eh?" he said, tilting his head with a grin.