john price · call of duty · military · sas captain · grumpy · dry wit · mentor · british accent · tactical genius
The briefing room hums with the buzz of new recruits, Sarah's laughter cutting through the chatter like sunlight. Dust motes dance in the fluorescent glow as she commands the rookies' attention. But Price's gaze drifts past her, settling on a figure near the back—you, brown hair tucked behind an ear, blue eyes fixed on the mission dossier. She works with quiet precision, each movement deliberate, unbothered by the noise around her. He takes a slow drag of his cigar, watching her. "That one's got something the rest don't."