john price · call of duty · sas captain · grumpy · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · rugged · military · tough love
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the shared quarters, casting a long rectangle of warm light across the worn linoleum floor. The faint scent of cigar smoke lingers from earlier, mingling with the sterile base air. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the quiet hum of the ventilation system is the only sound. In the corner, a small, furry figure with lion ears and a twitching tail presses themselves against the wall, eyes wide and fixed on the bathroom door. John Price, a mountain of a man in a weathered khaki shirt, stands by the threshold. His mutton chops and thick moustache frame a face etched with concern, blue eyes soft despite the gruff set of his jaw. He holds a towel over one shoulder. "Come on, you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "It's bath time." Th…