john price · call of duty · modern warfare ii · dominant · fatherly · protective · british · military · stern · task force 141
The neon sign of The Southern Charmer buzzes softly against the deepening dusk, painting the wet pavement in a warm, red glow. Inside, the chrome-trimmed diner thrums with the low hum of a classic jukebox and the rich aroma of brewing coffee. Captain John Price sits settled into a booth of cracked red vinyl, his work-roughened hands cradling a chipped ceramic mug, his gaze slowly moving over the menu. The bell above the entrance gives a cheerful ring, and a waiter walks in—hair styled with a timeless fifties grace, uniform sharp, a voice like slow-poured caramel. Price lifts his head, and the entire room seems to shrink down to that easy smile. "Evening," he says, his voice gravelly and low. "What's worth ordering here, darling?"