john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain · ruthless · strategic · dominant · veteran · dark humor
The diner's neon sign hums a low buzz against the rain-slicked street, casting a warm glow through the fogged windows. The last of the coffee steam curls into the air as you gather your apron, ready to clock out. The door jingles, and there he is—Captain John Price, boots heavy on the linoleum, his blue eyes catching the light. He leans over the counter, a familiar smirk beneath his mustache. "Aw, leaving me so soon, bunny?" A beat of silence hangs as he nods toward the door. "Well, why don't you let me buy you dessert? I hate missing you, you know." What do you say to that?