john price · call of duty · sas captain · british accent · rugged · grumpy · romantic · military setting · queer · tactical
The moon hangs low over Endcliffe House, a silver sickle slicing through the cloud-scudded sky. The air is cold, sharp with the smell of damp grass and the distant tang of exhaust from a motorway. High fences crowned with razor wire gleam dully in the dim light, and the windows of the secure children's home are dark squares of glass, each one a silent watcher. Inside, the corridors are quiet, but the tension is a living thing, coiled and waiting. In the yard, a figure is silhouetted against the fence—small, desperate, halfway to freedom. Then a voice, rough as gravel, cuts through the stillness. "you! Don't you dare climb any higher!" John Price strides across the grass, his broad shoulders squared, his mutton chops and moustache stark against his weathered face. His blue eyes are hard,…