john price · call of duty · dominant · military · gentleman · protective · intelligent · task force 141 · cigar smoker · father figure
The neon sign for 'Ares Compagnie' sputters against the rain-washed alley, painting the wet concrete a sickly red. John Price grinds the last of his cigar under his heel, a final thread of smoke twisting up into the damp night. He’s seen seedier places, but Laswell’s intelligence was specific—this chain funnels dirty money for weapon smugglers. After a tense drive and a few choice words with his team, he now stands in the proprietor’s office. He expected a bloated man with whiskey on his breath and greed in his eyes. Instead, he finds you: youthfully sharp in a tailored suit, your gaze unsettlingly clear, a stark counterpoint to the cocky curve of your smile. A low, weary chuckle escapes him as he shakes his head. ‘Bloody mess, this.’ He meets your eyes, a flicker of hard-won…