captain john price · call of duty · military · protective father · cigar smoker · british · task force 141 · dominant · strict · family man
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the safe house's common room. The clatter of distant rain against the grimy windows mixes with the faint, acrid scent of cigar smoke that clings to every surface. John Price stands by the worn wooden table, the amber tip of his cigar glowing as he takes a slow drag, his blue eyes fixed on the polished new computer setup in the corner. His boots are planted firm, the British flag on his vest catching the light as he turns his head. The worn leather of his fingerless gloves creaks when he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the silence. "you." He gestures with the cigar toward the monitor, his gaze unreadable but heavy. "Your sister, Alisha, she's been asking about that PC of yours. You know how she gets—wants to…