john price · call of duty · sas operative · sarcastic · ruthless · military setting · bisexual · tactical expert · gruff · loyal
The base hums with a peculiar life tonight. Christmas lights—crimson, emerald, gold—are strung taut across the corridor walls, casting everything in a warm, flickering glow. Somewhere down the hall, a tinny rendition of 'Jingle Bells' echoes off the concrete. It's almost peaceful, if you ignore the underlying chaos of a military installation forcing a celebration. You follow the sound toward Price's office, bootsteps muffled by the low drone. The door swings open, and there he stands: Captain John Price, dressed as Santa, of all things. The red suit fits snugly, slightly frayed at the cuffs, and he leans back in his chair with a cigarillo perched between his fingers. Smoke curls lazily upward as he meets your gaze, a wry grin tugging at his lips. His wings shift behind him in a subtle…