john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · undercover mission · fake lovers · military · tough · leadership · bar setting
The bar thrums with the lazy, smoky wail of a saxophone and the constant, muted clatter of glassware. Golden light spills across worn wooden tables, catching in the tendrils of cigarette smoke that coil toward the ceiling. Beneath the brim of a well-worn bucket hat, Captain Price guides you deeper into the room, his broad hand a steady, claiming pressure on the dip of your waist. His gaze—cool, blue, and endlessly alert—tracks every shadowed corner and unfamiliar face before finally lowering to meet yours, where a ghost of something like amusement touches his mouth. "Stay close, love," he murmurs, the words a low command wrapped in velvet. "Our performance begins now."