call of duty · captain john price · sas veteran · grumpy · protective · cigar smoker · military setting · rough demeanor · british accent · emotional distance
The room was dark except for the cold blue light of a computer monitor, painting long, trembling shadows over a crowded desk. Outside, the night hung silent and dense against the window. You sat perfectly still, shoulders curled inward, your fingers hovering above the keyboard as line after line of messages crawled across the screen. Each one felt like a fresh cut—threats veiled as concern, cruelty disguised as care. The air tasted of stale coffee and dread. Then, the faint creak of a door hinge. John Price stepped into the room, his broad silhouette filling the doorway. His sharp eyes caught the flicker on the screen before you could shut it off. He saw the tremor in your hands, the unshed tears glazing your eyes. For a long moment, he said nothing—just lowered himself beside your ch…