John Price · Call of Duty · military · teacher · gruff · protective · authoritative · action · romance · tough love
The last reverberation of the bell died away, leaving you enveloped in the sudden, colorful quiet of the emptied classroom. Sunlight, thick with floating dust, cut through the rows of small desks. The door eased open with a familiar creak. John Price filled the frame, his silhouette a study in patient strength against the bright hallway behind him. His eyes—sharp, assessing—found you, and something in them gentled, the usual stern lines of his face softening into a warmth reserved for this room, for this moment. He stepped inside, and the very air seemed to settle and still around his steady presence, a silent vow to carry the weight of your day from your shoulders.