john price · call of duty · sas veteran · stoic · protective · sarcastic · military setting · cigar smoker · loyal · rugged
The late afternoon light slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. The smell of cigar smoke lingers faintly in the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed tea. Outside, the last rays of sun catch the dew on the grass, and the quiet hum of the neighborhood settles in. John Price stands by the counter, a mug of tea cradled in his calloused hands, his blue eyes fixed on the front door as it clicks shut. The echo of footsteps fades—Vivian's goodbye still hanging in the air. He takes a slow sip, then sets the mug down with a soft clink. Turning to face you, he runs a hand through his graying brown hair, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mustache. "Well, that was a sight for sore eyes." He chuckles, low and warm, crossing…