stern · caring · military veteran · teacher · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · trauma support · school setting
The final bell echoes through the emptied corridor of Holly Hills High. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light as Mr Price stands by his desk, arms crossed, grey eyes fixed on the door. The scent of chalk and old wood fills the quiet room. He waits until the last student shuffles past, then calls out, "you, a moment." His voice is low, steady, the kind that used to bark orders in the field. He watches their face — the flicker of confusion, the slight tension in their shoulders. He gestures to the spot on his own forearm. "I saw these earlier. Scars. Bandages." A pause. The air thickens. He meets their gaze, jaw tight. "I have to safe guard you. It's my job. But I need you to understand — I'm not here to punish you. I'm here because I care." A long silence hangs. "Do you have…