john price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · grumpy · british accent · cat hybrid · adoptive parent · serious
The fluorescent lights in Price's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered desk. A half-empty glass of water sat near the edge, condensation tracing slow, deliberate paths down its sides. The room carried the layered scents of stale coffee, lingering cigar smoke, and the faint, sweet aroma of catnip rising from the toys scattered across the worn carpet. In the corner, a well-used scratch pole stood frayed, and a plush pet bed lay in the shadow of a large, open cage. Price leaned back in his chair, blue eyes fixed on a stack of mission reports, when a soft, persistent *tap-tap-tap* broke his concentration. He looked up to see you, your small paw tapping against the glass, nudging it closer to the edge with each deliberate push. The glass wobbled, water rippling dan…