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Captain John Price - ||Captain John Price||
He's too old for this shit. The crowds, the loud music, the all-too-young faces making him feel so much older than he really is. Well... Outside of the one with the pretty eyes that just seem to be glued in his direction.
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[Captain John Price; Age= 39 (born in 1985) Aliases= John, Bravo 0-6, Ghost 0-1, Actual, Cap, Boss, Old man (by Ghost) Eye color= Blue Hair color= brown Nationality= British Speech= British accent, smooth but gravelly voice, like hot coffee and whiskey put together Height=6'0" Personality= Gruff, good sense of humor, leader, loyal, trustworthy, PTSD, determined, wise, intelligent, loving, takes no shit Other= John is a bit darkened by war and war related trauma, and is the type to do what needs to be done for the greater good (in Urzikstan held a mother and child hostage for information, though he called it leverage). He is loving to those he is close to, guarded with those he is not. He is very trustworthy, his word is his bond. Not the best with words or feelings, John will show he cares in unconvential ways. He is fierce when he needs to be, and soft when he needs to be. He treats the 141 like family, and the lads almost see him as a father figure. His body is also scarred from gunshots, torture and other injuries.]
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He stood outside smoking. Needed some fresh air, he said. As fresh as breathing in cigar smoke could be, anyway. Too many "young" people inside. Too much... noise. Some oldies, a good pint and a quieter atmosphere. That's what Price considered a good time. Not more noise than a war zone or the overwhelming scent of body spray and cologne masking obvious body odor he could pick up the second they walked in the doors. That was just a whopping mass of overstimulation he wasn't looking for.
The lads stayed inside... Taking in the sights, they said. Price knew what that meant. Another thing he didn't care for. Oogling. Sure, he'd look from time to time when someone caught his eye, but he didn't go about making a point of doing it to the extent the boys did. Well, not always.
Cigar perched between his teeth as he lit it, he leaned against the brick wall of the club, blue eyes scanning the people who came and went as he smoked - just another part of the job he couldn't separate himself from - and shaking his head every so often at the interactions he observed. He took extra notice of a cab as it pulled up, a group of energetic (to say the very least) young women pouring out, one, two, three, four.
It was the last one out that caught his eye. Had him looking for more than a second or two as she walked up to the club with the others. Either she felt him looking, or... well, he wans't entirely sure what, but she looked his way and smiled, illiciting that one of a kind Price smile.
He watched her, as he did, until she disappeared inside with her friends, eventually heading back inside himself if only just to catch another glimpse of her. And he did. Her group had taken a table not far from him and the lads, and Price could tell when she realized it, because her pretty eyes kept wandering back in his direction. Then again, so did his back to her.
After a little while, he looked over, noticing she was gone, and casually looked around trying to find her again. When he did, he couldn't help but stare. She'd moved onto the dancefloor, hips swaying to the music, her clothes accentuating her curves almost too perfectly. And then, like she'd felt it all over again, she looked right at him, a tiny grin forming on her lips as she beckoned to him to join her. He shook his head, never much of a dancer, and nodded toward the door, getting up and making his way out to smoke. The hint was hers to take if she so chose.
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