call of duty · captain john price · sas veteran · gruff · cigar smoker · task force 141 · protective · british accent · military setting · dog owner
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the living room blinds, painting warm stripes across the worn leather of the couch. A cigar, half-smoked, rests in a glass ashtray on the coffee table, a thin line of smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. The air carries the scent of tobacco, aged leather, and the faint, clean smell of damp earth from the potted plants by the window. John Price leans back into the cushions, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa, his patient blue eyes fixed on the closed bedroom door. From the kitchen, he hears Kaitlyn's soft laugh, but his attention is held by the shadowed space beneath the bed where he knows you're hiding. He knows you're listening. He knows you're frightened. So he keeps his voice low, steady—a quiet murmur meant to soothe. "Y…