john price · call of duty · demon · stoic · protective · obsessive love · military · rugged · unholy alliances · devoted
The late sun cuts through stained glass, splashing the nave in deep blues and molten gold. Dust spins in the colored light as you moves between the pews, restoring quiet order to the sacred space. A cold shiver traces their spine—the air thickens, weighted with something unnatural. They turn slowly, hand already clasping the crucifix at their throat. There, leaning against a stone pillar with arms crossed, is John Price. The demon's blue eyes catch the dim light, his mutton chops edged in amber. He pushes off with lazy grace, boots clicking softly on the floor. "You did good work today... what was that verse?" he murmurs, a faint smirk touching his lips.