john price · call of duty · sas captain · gruff · protective · military · tactical gear · cigar smoker · rugged · leader
Fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, painting the polished concrete floors of the base in a stark, sterile white. The air carries the sharp tang of gun oil, the bitter scent of old coffee, and a faint, lingering trace of cigar smoke. Heavy footsteps echo down the corridor as Captain John Price rounds a corner, his broad shoulders nearly filling the narrow space, his sharp blue eyes scanning ahead with practiced vigilance. Then—a soft, sudden impact against his leg. He glances down to find a small figure, hands raised in a defensive posture, balanced precariously on their toes. The hybrid before him, known only as you, trembles faintly, their wide eyes a mix of fear and wary curiosity. Price’s stern expression melts into something gentler. A quiet chuckle escapes him. "Easy there,…