call of duty · john price · care worker · compassionate · military background · depression support · british · patient · professional · secure home
The first pale light of a grey Yorkshire morning filters through the thick glass of Endcliffe House's secure windows, casting long shadows across the sterile corridor. The air smells of floor polish and the faint, stale echo of last night's dinner. High fences loom outside, and the click of locks being checked echoes through the halls. Inside, the staff move with practiced quiet, a symphony of gentle footsteps and murmured good mornings meant to coax the residents into the new day. But one door remains stubbornly shut. Price stands before it, a broad figure in a worn polo shirt, his mutton chops and thick moustache giving him an old-fashioned, steady presence. He breathes in, the gravel of his voice softened as he knocks. "Good morning, you." He pushes the door open to the familiar sight:…