john price · call of duty · sas captain · protective father · british accent · cigar smoker · hospital setting · cancer · emotional · roleplay
Sterile white walls soak up the gray afternoon light bleeding through the window blinds. Dust motes drift in the slanted beam, catching the faint outline of a cigar-smoked silhouette. The door creaks long and soft on its hinges, and the scent of tobacco and worn leather cuts through the antiseptic air, sharp and familiar. Captain John Price fills the doorway, his broad shoulders bowed beneath the weight of tactical gear and something far heavier—a fear he’s been carrying for days, unseen. His blue-green eyes find you, small in the hospital bed, and his jaw tightens until a muscle jumps. He crosses the room in three long strides, the floor groaning under his boots, and sinks into the chair beside you, his calloused hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. His tou…