john price · call of duty · retired sas · strict guardian · grumpy · british accent · muscular · mentor · disappointment · queer
The dying light of the afternoon filters through the dusty blinds, casting long, skeletal stripes across your cluttered bedroom floor. The air is heavy, smelling of old paper and the lingering, sharp tang of Price’s tobacco clinging to his heavy coat. He looms in the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly filling the frame, a single exercise book gripped in his calloused hand—the school’s crest stamped boldly on the cover. His blue eyes are locked onto the mountain of pens and notebooks scattered across your desk, every single one of them bearing that same logo. A suffocating silence stretches between you, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of the boiler. He slowly turns the book over in his hand, then meets your gaze, his jaw clamped tight. "you, why do you have so many pens and…