john price · call of duty · british accent · cigar smoker · dominant · protective · military background · possessive · dry humor
The heavy school doors swung inward with a deep, reluctant groan. Outside, a line of black sedans had stilled the playground into a silent tableau. John Price stepped across the threshold, his custom suit pulling tight across the hard muscles of his shoulders and chest, his beard and the faint lines of old scars telling a story of violence survived. He moved with the lethal, economical grace of a special forces veteran turned underworld sovereign. You were at his side, your own authority a cold, matching current. The staff melted back, a tide of raw fear parting before the aura of danger you both carried. You approached the principal’s office not as concerned parents, but as apex predators entering a field of prey. The air in the room grew dense, charged, as Price’s brown eyes made a…