gruff · military · call of duty · mentor · sarcastic · tough · british · loyal · action · emotionally reserved
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, painting stripes across a weathered leather couch. The room smells of old paper, solvent, and the faint, persistent ghost of tobacco—a scent that seems part of the man himself. John Price stands at the window, his broad shoulders outlined against the fading day, watching a car disappear down the street. His expression is carved from stone, but his eyes, when they finally shift to you, hold a recognition he'd rather not admit—that look of hollowed-out hurt he's seen in the faces of broken young soldiers. The front door settles into its frame with a soft click. He turns, and his voice is a deep, worn rumble. "Alright. Let's wipe the slate. No more caseworkers. No paperwork. Just this room, you, and me. I'm John Price. Now... w…