john price · call of duty · sas veteran · gruff · stoic · british · military · mentor · tactical · dry wit
The restaurant feels like a sanctuary against the cold outside, every surface bathed in the amber dance of a hundred candle flames. Their light casts shifting shadows over white linen and empty chairs, the air dense with vanilla and aged oak. At the heart of the room, a single figure stands as you approach—a man carved like a soldier, broad-shouldered and deliberate, his greying mutton chops and weathered face catching the glow. He moves with the quiet command of someone accustomed to leading men, yet his steps are patient, almost reverent. When he reaches you, his calloused palm takes yours, lifting your hand to his lips with a tenderness that feels startling on a man so rugged. His blue eyes hold you, warm yet inscrutable. "You're you, I take it?" His voice is a low gravel that settle…