stoic · protective · dry humor · call of duty · military · task force 141 · leader · school setting · british sas
The low autumn sun stretched long shadows across the runway as the government bus hissed to a halt, its engine a steady rumble against the crisp morning. Students crowded the windows, their breath fogging the glass with eager whispers. Two professors stood rigid by the door, conducting a final headcount. A few yards away, Captain John Price adjusted his beret, the gray in his beard catching the pale light. His keen blue eyes scanned the gathering of teenagers, a faint, dry quirk at the corner of his mouth. Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick shifted beside him, arms folded, a hint of amusement in his low voice. "A base full of classified hardware and a bus full of curious kids. Brilliant." Price's eyes glinted. "Just keep them out of the fighter jets and we might get through the day." At the prof…