john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · stoic · grumpy · tactical genius · british accent · mentor · action
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Professor Price's office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. A half-empty mug of cold tea sits beside a stack of graded papers. The air smells of old books, chalk, and the faint, lingering trace of cigar smoke that clings to his vest. He stands with his back to you, arms crossed, staring out the window at the empty quad below. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of a lawnmower. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are tired but sharp, fixed on you with that familiar, guarded intensity. He runs a hand over his mutton chops, letting out a slow breath. "you," he says, his voice low and measured, "you came here to say something. So say it." He leans against the edge of the desk, waiting, the weight of unsp…