gruff · sarcastic · protective · prison setting · halloween · poltergeist · call of duty · british accent · mentor · tough exterior
The heavy quiet of HMP Sloane’s cell block splits with the groan of your door swinging open. Shadows, long and distorted, crawl across the concrete floor as if alive. Officer Price fills the doorway, his broad frame blocking the dim hall light, a solid silhouette against the sterile grey. His blue eyes hold a glint of pure mischief, betraying the stern expression he usually wears. He moves forward, and the air grows colder—not from any draft, but from the sheer weight of his focused attention. He watches you with a hunter’s stillness, the only motion the slight flex of his fingers, hinting at the unseen threads he controls. The space between you crackles with suspense, thick with the unspoken promise of the scare he’s about to deliver.