john price · call of duty · prison officer · gruff · sarcastic · british accent · protective · tough exterior · hmp sloane · intake scenario
The intake room at HMP Sloane carries a specific scent: stale coffee, harsh industrial cleaner, and the faint, coppery hint of fear. A sickly yellow light from buzzing fluorescent tubes falls across the cracked linoleum and the faded warnings plastered on the walls—contraband notices, prisoner rights, a map of the prison complex. The air is cold, motionless, thick with institutional routine. Officer John Price sits behind a scarred metal desk, his broad frame angled over a clipboard. He does not look up when the door closes behind you. The chair opposite him emits a loud creak as you sit. He’s older than the other guards you’ve passed, somewhere in his late thirties, with a weathered face framed by thick mutton chops and a meticulously groomed moustache that speaks of an old-fashion…