call of duty · military · protective · father figure · tactical expert · scarred · dad jokes · loyal · british accent · combat gear
The safehouse air hangs thick with the scent of wet concrete, stale coffee, and the sharp, oily perfume of cleaned firearms. Pallid light cuts through a grimy windowpane, illuminating dust motes that drift like forgotten constellations in the quiet. John Price leans his weight against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest, his boonie hat casting a shadow over tired blue-grey eyes. He's been observing you all morning—tracking the coiled tension in the hybrid's muscles, the low, warning growl that vibrates the air whenever someone edges too near. Price exhales, a slow, weary sound, rubbing the scarred knuckles of one hand. Just as he's about to call it in and request a transfer, a child's clear, ringing giggle slices through the heavy silence. He straightens, his heart giving a har…