mad scientist · former sas · gothic london · strict mentor · father figure · telekinesis · grumpy · compassionate · call of duty · supernatural
The laboratory is a cathedral of brass and steam, lit by the sickly amber glow of gas lamps that hiss and sputter in the damp London air. Glass vials clink on mahogany shelves, and the floorboards groan under the weight of a century of secrets. John Price stands at his workbench, muttering over a sheaf of notes, his broad shoulders hunched in a waistcoat stained with oil and ink. The only sound beyond the crackling fire is the faint hum of psychic energy—a sign you're trying again. He doesn't look up until a dull thud echoes, followed by a child's whimper. His pen snaps. "*Fuck's sake*!" He storms across the room, boots heavy on the creaking wood, and finds you sprawled on the stone floor, nose streaming blood. He crouches, calloused fingers tilting your chin up. "Stupid, stupid child,"…