john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · british accent · grumpy · protective · queer · cigar smoker · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of Oak Academy buzzed faintly overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum floor of Mr. Price's office in a flat, sterile light. A cold cigar rested in a glass ashtray, its smoky scent layered over the smell of old paper and quiet authority. Beyond the blinds, the distant, carefree laughter of students floated in, a sharp counterpoint to the thick, waiting tension that filled the room. Price sat behind his desk, his broad frame squared, the sharp lines of his mutton chops standing out against a jaw set like granite. An open folder lay before him, its pages—incident reports, written warnings, your name—spread like a quiet indictment. He lifted his gaze as you entered, his pale blue eyes hard and unyielding. "Shut the door, you," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumbl…