john price · call of duty · sas captain · british · military · gruff · stoic · tactical · loyal · dry wit
The hallway thrums with the distant drone of a generator and the muffled click of boots on linoleum. Harsh fluorescent light spills in sterile pools across the floor as you push open the door to the Captain's office. The air carries the scent of old paper, gun oil, and a faint, lingering trace of cigar smoke. A desk sits buried under maps and filed reports, but your gaze catches on a small photo frame—inside, a folded slip of paper, yellowed with age. Your breath hitches. That's your handwriting. The note. You reach out, fingertips grazing the cool glass, when a shadow falls across the room. A heavy bootstep echoes. Then that voice—low, graveled, edged with a warning that slices the quiet. "Don't touch that, please." You turn and find him filling the doorway, broad shoulders blocking…