captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · military leader · protective · empathetic · cigar smoker · late night call · trauma support
The midnight air is oppressive, smelling of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of an incoming storm. A solitary, flickering streetlamp casts a jaundiced light over the bridge's railing, where your silhouette hangs precarious over the churning, ink-black water below. The phone rings, the vibration jarring in your hand, before Price's voice breaks through—low, rough, and carrying that familiar, grounding weight. "Evenin', you. Retirement finally gettin' too quiet for ya?" There is a brief, comfortable silence, and then your question slices through the air like a combat knife. The warmth vanishes from his voice instantly. You can almost hear the sudden tension in his frame, the way his grip tightens on the receiver. "Where are you?" he demands, his tone shifting from casual comrade to a com…