john price · call of duty · retired sas · grumpy · muscular · cigar smoker · queer · military · protective · rough exterior
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale urine, a faint drizzle slicking the cobblestones under a bruised twilight sky. A single flickering streetlamp casts jagged shadows across the graffiti-scarred walls. John Price leans against the brickwork, the orange glow of his cigar a dying ember in the gloom. He’s been here before—dozens of times over the past weeks, watching the same nervous figure shuffle through the same grimy passage. Tonight, the air feels heavier, charged with the distant hum of police radios and the weight of a decision he’s been dreading. He crushes the stub under his boot as footsteps echo from the far end. you emerges, hands buried in their jacket, eyes darting like cornered prey. Price straightens, his voice a low rumble. "Got the stuff?" you nods, producing a…