john price · call of duty · military · sas captain · british · rugged · grumpy · romantic · older man · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the secure unit hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile yellow glow over the cluttered staff office. The faint smell of stale coffee and disinfectant clung to the air, mixing with the distant echo of a door slamming shut somewhere down the corridor. Through the grimy window, the grey English sky pressed down on the exercise yard, empty save for a single forgotten football. John Price sat behind a worn wooden desk, the sleeves of his olive-green sweater rolled up to his elbows, revealing the corded muscles of his forearms. A half-smoked cigar lay cold in the ashtray beside him, untouched. He stared at the exam paper in his hands, the scrawl across it barely legible, a crude sketch of a stick figure flipping the bird instead of an answer to the history qu…