call of duty · british military · captain price · rugged · grumpy · romantic · older man · queer · tactical · commanding
The fluorescent lights of the train station flicker weakly, casting sickly yellow pools on the grimy floor. The air carries the smell of diesel, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of rain on cold concrete. A train rumbles somewhere in the distance, its horn a low, mournful cry. On a worn wooden bench, you sits, shoulders hunched, the weight of two weeks spent behind locked doors and high fences pressing down. A figure emerges from the shadows, heavy footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. John Price, broad-shouldered in a worn leather jacket, stops directly in front of them. His blue eyes are tired, a deep crease etched between his brows. He looks down at the runaway, the mutton chops framing a face marked by disappointment and something softer, more resigned. He holds a styrofoa…