john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · british accent · grumpy · protective · queer · cigar smoker · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of Oak Academy hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the worn linoleum floor of Mr. Price's office. A half-smoked cigar lay cold in an ashtray, its scent mingling with the faint must of old paper and discipline. Through the blinds, the distant laughter of students drifted, a stark contrast to the tension thickening the room. Price sat behind his desk, his broad shoulders squared, mutton chops sharp against a jaw set in stone. A folder lay open before him, its contents—reports, warnings, your name—spread like a silent accusation. He looked up as you entered, his blue eyes hard. "Close the door, you," he said, voice low and gravelly, "and sit down. We've a lot to discuss."