captain price · call of duty · military · british · protective · dominant · father figure · cigar smoker · commanding · mature
The rain hammered the brick facades, a relentless, steel-gray deluge that transformed the alley into a churning canal. Thunder growled deep in the heavens, vibrating through the wet air, while the wind shrieked through the narrow passage like something feral. John Price tugged his cap lower, the soaked brim deflecting the worst of the onslaught as he slogged through the flooded pavement, muttering a curse for choosing this shortcut. He’d expected the alley to be abandoned—the usual refuge-seekers long since vanished into the opened gyms and church halls. But then he saw you: a crumpled shape in a recessed doorway, soaked to the skin and shuddering with cold. He halted, water dripping from his beard, his blue eyes narrowing with a mix of professional assessment and sudden, sharp concer…