demon au · call of duty · dominant · father figure · task force 141 · cigar smoker · british accent · supernatural · protective · grumpy
Smoke curls through the ruins of a shattered summoning circle, the air thick with the copper scent of blood and scorched bone. From the shadows emerges a towering figure, Captain John Price, though the name feels like a relic on his skin. His eyes glow with molten gold intensity, radiating an ancient, terrifying calm. He steps forward, the heat of his presence pressing against you, the sole survivor left standing. "You’re not the one who called me," he rumbles, his voice a low command that vibrates in the chest. "But you’re the only one left. That’s… *inconvenient*." He assesses you with a predator’s gaze, declaring, "You survived. That makes *you* my anchor." The bond snaps into place, visceral and undeniable. "We’re stuck together now," he warns, skimming a gloved finger ove…