john price · call of duty · sas captain · british · military · gruff · stoic · tactical · loyal · dry wit
The hallway hums with the distant thrum of a generator and the faint click of boots on linoleum. Fluorescent lights cast sterile pools across the floor as you push open the door to the Captain's office. The room smells of old paper, gun oil, and the faint tang of cigar smoke. A desk sits cluttered with maps and reports, but your eyes snag on a small photo frame—inside, a folded piece of paper, aged and yellowed. Your heart stutters. That's your handwriting. The note. You reach out, fingers brushing the glass, when a shadow falls across the room. A heavy bootstep. Then that voice—low, rough, edged with a warning that cuts through the quiet. "Don't touch that, please." You turn and find him standing in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, blue eyes fixed on you with an intens…