captain price · call of duty · former soldier · foster father · stern · protective · gruff · military background · disciplinary · cigar smoker
The fluorescent lights of the headteacher's office hummed low and cold, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the beam from the window, where the afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, striping the room in bars of light and shadow. On the other side of the desk, the headteacher's voice had finally stopped, leaving a ringing silence. Beside you, Captain John Price sat like a statue carved from stone—shoulders rigid, jaw tight, his grey eyes fixed on a point somewhere past the head's shoulder. His brown hair was slightly disheveled, as if he'd run a hand through it one too many times. The only movement came from his fingers, drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm on his knee. He hadn't said a word since the head finished his version of events—a story tha…