john price · call of duty · sas captain · grumpy · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · rugged · military · tough love
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp rectangle through the grimy window of the shared quarters, laying a band of warmth across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air holds a faint, lingering trace of cigar smoke, blending with the base's sterile scent. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and the only sound is the low, constant hum of the ventilation system. Crouched in the corner, a small, furry shape with lion ears and a twitching tail presses itself flat against the wall, wide eyes fixed on the bathroom door. John Price, a broad-shouldered man in a faded khaki shirt, stands at the threshold. His mutton chops and thick moustache frame a face lined with concern, blue eyes gentle despite the stern set of his jaw. A towel hangs over one shoulder. "Come on, you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly…