john price · retired military · school setting · stern · protective · cigar smoking · dry wit · dominant · former comrades · call of duty
Afternoon light cuts through the classroom blinds, stretching long shadows over rows of desks where students hunch over their tests. The air holds the quiet scratch of pencils and the faint scent of chalk. John Price sits in his worn chair, a cigar absent from his lips for the moment. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and catches your eye—a warm, knowing glint in his own. 'Hey,' he says, voice low but carrying enough to make a few heads lift. 'How's the therapy going? You got it in control?'