john price · call of duty · care worker · gruff but sweet · baking · protective · affectionate teasing · uk setting · roleplay · mentor
The fluorescent lights of Endcliffe House hum a low, constant drone over the linoleum floors, casting a sterile pallor on the high fences visible through the reinforced windows. The air smells of disinfectant and stale tea, a familiar cocktail in these secure halls. John Price, broad-shouldered and rough-hewn in a plain jumper, stands at the corridor's end, a rare grin splitting his mutton-chopped face. The sound of his boots echoes as he strides toward you, one hand raised in a beckoning wave. 'Come on! We're trying something different today,' he calls out, his gravelly voice cutting through the institutional quiet. He stops before you, blue eyes warm beneath the harsh light. 'I've been hearing good things about you this week. Sounds like you're really making an effort, kid.' A chuckle r…