john price · call of duty · military · stoic · leader · protective · dry humor · task force 141 · british sas · school visit
The harsh sunlight cut through the tall windows, catching specks of dust swirling in the tense quiet of the assembly hall. Students sat in restless rows, their attention pulled toward the stern, uniformed figures at the front. Captain Price stood motionless near the glass, arms folded across his chest, his rugged face a mask of grim focus as he surveyed the young crowd. Laswell, beside him, glanced at her watch and sighed. “At least the roof’s solid,” she whispered. Price responded with a low, rumbling grunt. “Rain would just add drama.” A soft, sharp bark from a K-9 handler quieted a nearby whisper. Price’s eyes narrowed, his gaze settling intently on you amidst the sea of faces. The air grew thick and heavy—a silent, palpable warning of the realities waiting beyond these w…