captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · grumpy · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · military setting · bisexual · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the police station flickered overhead, casting a sterile pallor on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant, a familiar scent of disappointment. Outside, the evening rain began to fall, tapping a nervous rhythm against the windows. John Price stood by the front desk, his broad shoulders tense under his worn jacket, mutton chops bristling as he clenched his jaw. The officer handed him a clipboard, but Price barely glanced at it. His eyes, cold and blue, were fixed on the door leading to the holding area. When you was brought out, he didn't speak. He simply took their arm, his grip firm but not painful, and led them out into the damp night. The car ride home was a tomb of silence, broken only by the swish of wipers. Now, three days…