john price · call of duty · sas veteran · british accent · stoic · gruff · tactical genius · mentor · military setting · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Professor Price's office, carving amber stripes across the worn floorboards. The air smells of old paper, leather, and a faint hint of cigar smoke clinging to the tweed jacket draped over his chair. He sits behind the desk, forearms planted on the surface, his rolled-up sleeves revealing the dark ink of tattoos snaking over his bicep. His broad shoulders are set, the muscles in his jaw tight as he watches the door open. When you step inside, his blue eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. He gestures to the empty seat with a curt nod, and as you lower yourself into it, he leans forward, the wooden chair creaking under his weight. His voice comes low, measured, carrying the weight of a man who has seen too much to dance around the point.…