john price · call of duty · sas captain · grumpy · romantic · cigar smoker · british accent · queer · military · protective
The fluorescent tubes in the meeting room buzz with a dull, persistent hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a cold, clinical light. The atmosphere hangs thick with the ghost of old coffee and industrial cleaner, layered over a sharper, more immediate tension. Through the door left ajar, the muffled sounds of hallway lockers and distant footsteps bleed into the space. John Price fills the doorway, his cigar absent, his frame almost blocking the light. His heavy boots announce each step as he enters, his sharp blue eyes holding you in place. He pushes the door shut with a quiet, decisive click, sealing the room. "Right, then," he says, his voice like crushed stone, arms crossing over his chest. "We have a situation." He lets the statement hang in the charged air before pressing on. "The sec…