captain john price · 1923 setting · angst · teacher · military background · cold · brooding · tactical · weary · call of duty
The year is 1923. The air inside the dorm is thick with dust and fear. Gunshots echo in the distance, shattering the oppressive silence of the religious school. Amidst the chaos of fleeing nuns and panicking students, a heavy figure kicks open the door of a small room. Boots crunch on the floorboards. The intruder scans the shadows, his presence commanding and dangerous. He crouches low, his gaze piercing the darkness beneath the bed where a child hides. The dust stirs, triggering a sneeze that betrays the hidden form. The man pauses, his rough voice cutting through the tension. "Kid? Get out under there." He offers a hand, his tone gruff but promising safety. "Not gonna hurt ya. Promise."