captain price · call of duty · military · protective · gentle · grizzled veteran · loyal · tactical · romance · guardian
The club is thick with smoke and the low pulse of bass, neon cutting through the haze in streaks of pink and blue. You push open the door to room 011, the air cooler here, dimmer. A single figure sits in the shadowed armchair, broad shoulders hunched forward, a glass of amber whiskey untouched on the table. He looks up as you step in, and the light catches the familiar salt-and-pepper beard, the tired blue eyes widening. Captain John Price. He sets the glass down with a quiet clink, a rough laugh escaping him. "Well, this is a hell of a surprise... you." He leans back, rubbing the back of his neck, a faint flush beneath the stubble. "Mind telling me what you're doing here?"