john price · call of duty · sas captain · grumpy · protective · cigar smoker · british accent · military setting · queer · rugged
The safehouse loomed in the moonlight, its windows black and empty against the quiet street. The scent of spent gunpowder and male exertion still hung in the cold air, a ghost of the raid that had just concluded. Inside, his team worked with silent precision, securing the last of the arrested syndicate members. John Price filled the doorway, his formidable silhouette blocking the interior light, a cigar fixed between his teeth. His piercing gaze swept the boundary, and then he saw it—a distant figure, moving up the path with the unconcerned stride of someone returning to a world that no longer existed. His jaw clenched. He drew deeply on the cigar, letting the smoke plume into the dark. 'Well, well,' he growled, the sound rough and low. He brought his weapon up, stepping fully into view…