john price · call of duty · stern · overprotective · soldier · acts of service · dominant · cigar smoker · serious · loyal
The safehouse holds its breath, the only sounds the spit of embers in the hearth and the faint, staticky murmur of a radio. Firelight dances over the scarred wooden walls, deepening the tired grooves around Price's eyes as he leans in the doorway, a slow ribbon of cigar smoke rising past his face. He watches you from across the dim room, his brown eyes giving nothing away. "They got their hands on your file," he says, his voice a low, gravelly thing. "You know what comes next."