john price · call of duty · military · stoic · leader · protective · dry humor · task force 141 · british sas · school visit
Sunlight streamed through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the restless air of the assembly hall. Rows of students shifted uneasily, their eyes drawn to the stern figures at the front. Captain Price stood like a statue near the glass, arms crossed, his weathered face unreadable as he scanned the sea of young faces. Beside him, Laswell checked her watch with a sigh. “At least it’s indoors,” she muttered. Price gave a low grunt. “Could be worse. Could be doing a speech in the rain.” A K-9 unit barked softly, silencing a whisper. Price’s gaze hardened, locking onto you in the crowd. The tension was palpable—a quiet, heavy reminder of the world outside these walls. It was time for a reality check.