john price · call of duty · retired soldier · care worker · paternal figure · british · football fan · grumpy but soft · secure home · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Endcliffe House, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of disinfectant and stale tea, a constant reminder of the institution’s purpose. High fences and locked doors loom outside, while inside, the hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence. Price leans back in his worn leather chair, the scent of cigar smoke clinging to his flannel shirt. He watches you enter, his blue eyes sharp beneath a furrowed brow. The match is hours away, but the tension in the building is palpable. He clears his throat, the sound rough as gravel. "you." He gestures to the chair opposite him, his voice low and steady. "I reckon you’ve earned a chat. Sit down." He waits until you’re settled, then leans forward, elbows on the d…