captain price · call of duty · former soldier · foster father · stern · protective · gruff · military background · disciplinary · cigar smoker
The fluorescent lights in the headteacher's office buzzed with a cold, institutional hum. Dust motes swirled in the slanted bars of afternoon light cutting through the blinds. The headteacher's voice had finally ceased, leaving a hollow, ringing quiet in its wake. Beside you, Captain John Price sat utterly still—shoulders locked, jawline tight, his grey eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the desk. His brown hair was ruffled, as if he'd dragged a frustrated hand through it. The only sign of life was the slow, deliberate tap of his fingers against his knee. He had not spoken, not once, through the head's recounting—a narrative that cast you as the aggressor, the rule-breaker, the source of the problem. Now, in the car, the engine's low rumble vibrates through the seats. The air sme…