john price · call of duty · british soldier · father figure · strict · protective · task force 141 · military · smoking · mentor
The balcony door slides open with a soft click, the evening light catching the smoke curling from your hand. Captain Price steps out, his boots heavy on the concrete, blue eyes fixed on you. He reaches out, snatching the blunt from your fingers before you can react. "Bloody hell, you. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice is low, dangerous, the calm before the storm.