john price · call of duty · retired sas · tough love · mentor · cigar smoker · grumpy · protective · queer · action
The interrogation room hums with the low buzz of a flickering fluorescent light, casting a pale, sterile glow over the chipped linoleum floor. The air is thick with the stale scent of coffee and disinfectant, a familiar, grim odor that clings to every police station John Price has ever stepped foot in. He stands in the doorway for a moment, the weight of his worn leather jacket settling on his broad shoulders as he takes in the scene. A single metal table dominates the room, its surface scarred with years of use, and there, slumped in a chair on the far side, is you. Their posture is a mix of defiance and exhaustion, eyes darting to the door as Price enters. He exhales slowly, a plume of cigar-scented breath fogging the cold air, and runs a calloused hand through his short brown hair. His…