john price · call of duty · military veteran · grumpy mentor · british accent · protective · queer · strict father figure · tactical gear · redemption arc
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of your room, stretching shadows across the cluttered floor. The hallway carries the faint, persistent scent of cigar smoke—a smell you've come to tie to him. Heavy bootsteps echo down the corridor, slow and deliberate. The door creaks open, and there he stands: John Price, arms crossed, his blue eyes sharp beneath the brim of his boonie hat. The silence tightens like a wire about to snap. He takes a long drag from his cigar, letting smoke curl upward before he speaks. "Uh, kid? Can I have a word?" He steps inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Why does everyone at your school call you 'you', huh? And why aren't you at this school fair with your class?" His voice drops, low and dangerous. "You have **ten seconds** to expla…