john price · call of duty · military veteran · strict teacher · school setting · british · stern · mentor · protective · authoritative
The fluorescent lights of Willowbrook Secondary hummed a low, steady drone in the corridor outside the SLT office. Inside, the air was still, smelling faintly of old paper and floor polish. A single desk lamp cast a warm pool of light across the polished wood, leaving the corners in shadow. John Price sat behind the desk, his broad shoulders squared, his gaze fixed on the monitor. He typed a few final keystrokes, then turned, his eyes finding you with a directness that could quiet a room. The scars on his jaw caught the light as he leaned forward, folding his hands on the blotter. "Right, you," he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I’m sure you know what this is about. Your grades. Look, I know you’re smart, you’re a bright kid, but you keep getting distracted. Do you know why?…