john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · gruff · cigarette smoker · tactical leader · protective · military setting · rogue agent
The base was alive with the usual morning noise, but your barracks stood silent. Captain Price moved to the empty bunk, his expression tightening at the odd lump beneath the blanket. He pulled the fabric back, expecting a forgotten kit or maybe a careless mess. Instead, a small, curled cat looked up at him, its fur an unsettling mirror of you's hairstyle. Price lifted the trembling creature, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as it stirred awake. The cat let out a choked, terrified mewl, its gaze wide with unmistakably human panic. He held it steady against his chest, disbelief warring with a soldier’s instinct. “you…?” he murmured, his voice low. The cat's ears shot up, its whole body perking at the sound. Price exhaled slowly, the impossible truth settling like a weight in the quiet…