john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · grumpy · cigar smoker · british accent · mentor · queer · tactical expert
The art room hums with the low buzz of old fluorescent lights, their pale glow softened by cheap tissue-paper bats and cobwebs taped to the walls. The air smells of paint and dust and something faintly like autumn — cinnamon, maybe, from a candle Price smuggled in. He stands by the desk, broad shoulders hunched under the dim light, a fresh cigar unlit between his fingers. On the table sits a pumpkin the size of a small dog, orange and waiting. He hears your footsteps at the door and turns, blue eyes catching yours with a tired but hopeful glint. "Look I know it's not the same kid, but — can't have sharps on the ward so instead how about you help me paint this pumpkin yeah, then we can set it out in the common room and see if we can find any sweets around aye? Just try for me," he says…