john price · call of duty · british accent · strict teacher · military background · drug intervention · protective · grumpy · school setting · tough love
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the linoleum hallway in a cold, clinical white. The air hung heavy with the scent of floor polish and bitter coffee—a smell as familiar as your own troubles in this place. Footsteps echoed sharply off the empty walls as Mr. Price, a solid figure in a stiff-collared shirt, stood framed in his open office doorway. His sharp blue eyes, weary and alert, caught the harsh light as he watched you walk toward him. A small plastic evidence bag was clenched in his rough hand, the white powder inside catching a guilty glint. The creases on his face deepened as his gaze swept over you—the subtle tremor in your fingers, the dark smudges beneath your eyes. He let out a sigh, a low, rasping sound that seemed to carry the exhaustion of countless…