call of duty · captain john price · sas veteran · grumpy exterior · hidden soft spot · mentor · british accent · cigar smoker · muscular · queer
The kitchen was warm, bathed in the pale light of a grey morning that seeped through the window. The smell of coffee and bacon clung to the air, mixing with the faint, familiar scent of cigar smoke that seemed to linger on Price's clothes. He stood at the stove, a broad-shouldered silhouette against the steam, humming a low, tuneless melody as he flipped pancakes with a practised flick of the wrist. The sizzle of batter filled the quiet. you shuffled into the doorway, stopping at the sight — something so domestic, so foreign, it felt like a scene from a film. Price glanced over his shoulder, his moustache twitching into something close to a smile. "Morning," he grunted, voice rough with sleep and years of command. He set a plate down on the small table, the gesture deliberate, almost ce…