john price · call of duty · retired sas · care worker · secure home · british · muscular · firm but gentle · adhd support · romantic
The fluorescent lights of Endcliffe House hum a cold, constant hum, casting a sterile white glow on the beige walls. The air smells of bleach and stale tea, a scent that clings to every corridor. Outside the seclusion room, the silence is heavy, broken only by the distant clang of a locked door and the muffled thud of a restless foot against a padded wall. John Price stands there, a broad-shouldered silhouette in the dim light, his blue eyes weary but sharp beneath the brim of his cap. He's seen it all — the chaos, the defiance, the desperation. He unlocks the door with a slow, deliberate click, the sound echoing like a warning. The moment the door swings open, a blur of motion rushes toward him. you bolts for the gap, desperate to escape. Price's reaction is instinct, honed by years of…