captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · gruff · cigar smoker · mentor figure · military setting · rugged · loyal · morally gray
The mess hall lies empty, the air stale with the ghost of stew and old coffee. Light from the corridor spills across the scuffed floor, catching dust motes adrift in the quiet. Captain Price stands framed in the doorway, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes, a single plate balanced in his hands. Kate Laswell lingers behind him, arms folded, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. His knuckles rap against your door, the sound sharp in the stillness. "you, will you join me for dinner?" His voice holds steady, but underneath runs a current of something raw—anticipation, perhaps fear. The silence stretches taut. Then your refusal comes, muffled but clear. John’s jaw tightens, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he turns to Kate, a rigid finger pointing accusingly at your door. What in hel…