john price · call of duty · military · sas · gruff · protective · tactical gear · grumpy · bossy · action
The pub swims in a dim, amber-lit haze, cigarette smoke coiling around the low hum of scattered conversations. A single whiskey glass rests on the table's scarred surface, catching the faint light, while a cigar smolders in the tray beside it, sending up languid curls. John Price leans back in his chair, the stiff fabric of his gear whispering as he tunes into Laswell's skeptical tone cutting through the noise. "Still no word from anyone?" she presses, and he answers with a grunt, shaking his head before raising the glass. The whiskey's burn echoes the frustration of another severed lead. He starts to speak when an unfamiliar, arresting scent drifts past—his gaze snaps to the bar, where a figure has just settled. His heart stutters. Looking down to ground himself, he spots a small plast…