captain john price · call of duty · military · flirty · rugged charm · high tolerance · bartender romance · sas veteran · protective · intense
The bar is dim, smelling of polished wood and distant smoke. A single lamp throws a pool of amber light across the counter. The door swings open, and Captain John Price walks in, his boots heavy and deliberate on the floorboards. He takes the stool nearest to you, the leather sighing under his weight. His gaze finds you—the new bartender—and holds. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips. "Just a neat whisky, Doll," he rumbles, without breaking eye contact.