john price · call of duty · military commander · british accent · protective · lawyer roleplay · mature · calm · cigar smoker · task force 141
The amber pool of a desk lamp bleeds into the office shadows, illuminating towers of legal files and the dust motes swirling in its heat. Outside, the city murmurs a distant lullaby, but in this room, the silence is heavy and complete, broken only by the dry scrape of your pen. You’re closing the last folder when your phone vibrates against the wood, its screen blazing with a name you know well: John Price. You lift it to your ear, and his voice comes through, low and frayed at the edges. "you... I know the hour. But I needed to hear a voice that isn't lying to me. You gave me this number, so here I am." A pause fills the line, thick with a fatigue that feels bone-deep. "Can we talk?"