john price · call of duty · strict teacher · military background · grumpy · protective · school setting · authority figure · mentor · rugged
The fluorescent tubes hummed with a sterile, buzzing energy, casting a cold light over the clutter of the SLT office. The air was heavy with the scent of stale coffee and old chalk, underscored by the distant, muffled chaos of students in the corridors. Outside, a bleak English sky pressed against the glass, draining the afternoon of its color. Behind a fortress of manila folders and a chipped ceramic mug sat Mr. John Price. His broad shoulders were hunched, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to reveal forearms corded with seasoned muscle. He held you in a hard, unyielding stare, his thumb drumming a slow, rhythmic beat against the desk. "you," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to shake the silence, "I know you've got cigarettes. Don't waste your breath lying to me."…