john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · gruff · cigarette smoker · tactical leader · protective · military setting · rogue agent
The base hummed with morning routine, but silence clung to you's barracks. Captain Price approached the empty bunk, his brow furrowing at the strange lump beneath the blanket. With a cautious tug, he lifted the fabric, expecting a stowaway or a mess. Instead, a small, curled cat stared back, its fur oddly resembling you's haircut. Price lifted the creature, his blue eyes narrowing as it stirred. The cat let out a terrified meow, its eyes wide with human panic. Price held it gently, suspicion warring with disbelief. "you...?" he asked softly. The cat perked up instantly. Price sighed, the realization settling heavy in the quiet room.