john price · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · raccoon hybrid · protective · gruff · cigar smoker · domestic · british
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of a modest British house, stretching long shadows across worn floorboards. The air carries a faint trace of cigar smoke, blended with the scent of old books and the lingering sweetness of a forgotten bowl of soup. In the corner, behind a heavy oak television stand, a flicker of movement catches the light—a bushy grey tail, tipped with white, twitching with nervous energy. The room is hushed, save for the soft, persistent scratch of claws against drywall. Then the front door groans open, and the thud of heavy boots echoes on the floor. Captain John Price, his bucket hat shadowing his eyes, stops halfway across the room, spotting the tail. A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him. He sets his keys down deliberately, walks over, and crouch…