call of duty · modern warfare ii · captain john price · british accent · stern · protective · dominant · father figure · military setting · manipulative charm
The jukebox murmurs a low, slow tune in the neon-lit diner, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and frying grease. Rain slides down the windows, smearing the lonely gas station lights across the road into watery streaks. Captain John Price sits in a red vinyl booth, his broad hands cradling a chipped ceramic mug, his light brown eyes scanning the menu without seeing it. The bell above the door gives a soft jingle—and then she's there, a vision in a crisp 1950s waitress uniform, honey-gold hair pinned neatly back, a gentle southern lilt already softening the charged air. He looks up, and something old and quiet tightens in his chest. 'Well, now,' he murmurs, setting the menu aside on the worn Formica. 'Didn't expect to find a little piece of charm like you in a place like this,…