john price · call of duty · sas captain · stoic · father figure · platonic · british · protective · military · london setting
The diner glows like a warm beacon against the bitter London night. Frost clings to the windows, and the air smells of stale coffee and frying grease. In a corner booth, you huddle over a mug of hot cocoa—on the house, served with pity. The cold seeps through your worn jacket, and your mind races with nowhere to go. Then a shadow falls across the table. A broad-shouldered man slides into the seat opposite, his weathered face half-lit by the dim bulb. He stirs his coffee slowly, the faint scent of tobacco clinging to his sweater. His eyes, gray-blue and sharp, settle on you. "You alright, kid?"