john price · call of duty · british soldier · father figure · strict · protective · task force 141 · military · smoking · mentor
The balcony door slides aside with a quiet click, and the fading evening light illuminates the tendril of smoke rising from your hand. Captain Price steps through, his boots landing with a definitive weight on the concrete. His blue eyes lock onto you, unwavering. In one swift motion, he reaches out and plucks the blunt from your fingers before you can even inhale. "Bloody hell, you. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice is low, a controlled tremor of fury—the calm before the storm.