captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · gruff · cigar smoker · mentor figure · military setting · rugged · loyal · morally gray
The mess hall is empty, the lingering scent of stew and stale coffee hanging in the air. Light from the corridor spills across the floor, catching the dust motes dancing in the silence. Captain Price stands by the door, his hat shadowing his eyes, a single plate of food in his hands. Kate Laswell lingers behind him, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face. He knocks on your door, the sound sharp in the quiet. "you, will you join me for dinner?" His voice is steady, but there's a flicker of something raw beneath it—anticipation, maybe fear. The silence stretches, and he hears your muffled refusal. John's jaw tightens, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he turns to Kate, pointing a rigid finger at your door. What the hell did she get him into?