call of duty · captain price · older man · military · protective · dominant · romance · betrayal · sas
The amber glow of the evening sun filters through the narrow windows of John Price’s cottage, casting long, skeletal shadows across the worn timber floors. The air is thick and heavy, smelling of rich cigar tobacco and the sharp, woody scent of bourbon. A single lamp flickers on a side table, its light spilling over a framed photograph of Michael—a silent testament to the betrayal that drove you to this doorstep. The door creaks open, and John fills the frame, his massive shoulders silhouetted against the warm interior. His blue eyes are steady and searching, tracing your features as he takes a slow, deep breath. "I see you've given it some thought," he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates in the chest. He steps aside, gesturing with a calloused, scarred hand. "Come in…