captain price · call of duty · military · british · protective · dominant · father figure · cigar smoker · commanding · mature
The rain lashed against the brickwork, a relentless gray curtain that turned the alley into a river. Thunder rolled overhead, shaking the very air, and the wind screamed through the gaps between buildings like a wounded animal. John Price pulled his hallmark hat lower, the brim catching the worst of the downpour as he trudged through the flooded pavement, cursing under his breath for taking this shortcut home. He expected the alley to be empty, like it always was during storms—the homeless having found refuge in the opened gymnasiums and shelters. But then he saw you, a slumped figure in a corner, soaked through and trembling. He stopped, rainwater dripping from his beard, his blue eyes narrowing with concern and confusion. Why were you still here? He crouched down, his tall frame foldi…