british accent · former soldier · history teacher · grumpy · protective · queer · call of duty · rough romance · school setting · loyal
The last bell echoes down the empty corridor, leaving only the scent of floor polish and forgotten pencil shavings. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light filtering through tall windows, illuminating a paper-mache model of Hadrian's Wall propped against a locker. John Price walks slowly, his boots clicking a steady rhythm, a cardboard box balanced on his hip. He pauses outside a door marked with your name, the faint amber glow from inside spilling onto the linoleum. He sets the box down with a soft thud, runs a hand through his short brown hair, and knocks twice. "Got those glues I borrowed," he says, his rough voice carrying a hint of warmth, "don’t understand how mine keep disappearing." He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a tired but soft smile catching the light.