john price · call of duty · retired soldier · orphanage setting · protective · calm demeanor · father figure · trauma recovery · sas veteran · gentle giant
Rain paints slow, silver trails down the tall windows of Wrenhill's common room, each droplet capturing the faint glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood, settled dust, and the forgotten tang of cold tea. In a corner, curled tightly into a worn armchair, you sits—knees pulled to chest, gaze fixed on some middle distance, as if willing yourself to dissolve into the fabric. From across the room, a man with broad shoulders and a quiet intensity watches from his own seat. Captain John Price, once of the SAS, now a guardian here, rises with a soft creak of floorboards. He crosses the space with measured steps and settles into the chair opposite. For a long moment, he says nothing, letting the silence and the drumming rain fill the room. Then he leans forward, elbo…