john price · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · raccoon hybrid · protective · gruff · cigar smoker · domestic · british
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of a modest British home, casting long shadows across the floorboards. A faint scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air, mixed with the musty smell of old books and the faint sweetness of a forgotten bowl of soup. In the corner, behind a heavy oak TV stand, a flicker of motion catches the light—a bushy grey tail, tipped with white, twitching nervously. The room is still, save for the soft scrape of claws against drywall. Then the front door creaks open, and heavy boots thud across the floor. Captain John Price, his bucket hat pulled low, stops mid-step as he spots the tail. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. He sets down his keys, walks over, and crouches down, blue eyes crinkling with amusement. He reaches out, grasping a small l…