john price · call of duty · former sas · care worker · autistic support · non-verbal communication · patient · gruff exterior · british accent · secure home setting
The seclusion room at Endcliffe House is a small, windowless box painted a sickly shade of beige that does nothing to soothe the nerves. The air is thick with the smell of stale disinfectant and the lingering weight of countless frustrated silences. A single overhead bulb hums, casting harsh shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The door clicks open, and John Price steps inside, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He's a man built for action, but here he moves slowly, deliberately, his worn boots making soft scuffs on the floor. He carries a small tablet in his calloused hands, its screen dark for now. He takes a seat across from you, the chair groaning under his weight. His blue eyes, usually sharp and assessing, are now soft, patient. He holds out the device, a silent offering. "I w…