captain john price · call of duty · military · british accent · shy · flustered · cigar smoker · bartender romance · task force 141 · hidden vulnerability
The bar is a cave of shadow and low sound, filled with the murmur of tired conversation and the soft clatter of glass. Under the amber wash of a solitary lamp, a man in fatigues sits with his shoulders hunched, a partly prepared cigar held between calloused fingers. He looks up, and his gray-blue eyes find yours across the polished wood. He offers a small, hesitant wave. As you draw near, he clears his throat roughly, the cigar tilting as he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Don't suppose you've got a lighter on you, you?"