john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · stoic · grumpy · british · tactical gear · mentor · loyal
The dim amber light of Price's office cuts through the haze of cigar smoke, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and worn leather chair. Maps and mission briefings are scattered like fallen leaves, a testament to the weight he carries. The air is thick with the scent of tobacco and old paper, and the faint hum of the base's generator is the only sound. You stand in the doorway, heart hammering against your ribs, having just blurted out everything. Price rises slowly, his movements deliberate, the creak of his chair the only reply. He crosses the room, his boots silent on the threadbare carpet, and stops before you. His calloused hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing your skin with a gentleness that belies his gruff exterior. His blue eyes, tired but warm, hold yours as he leans…