john price · call of duty · sas captain · military · stoic · grumpy · tactical genius · british accent · mentor · action
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of Professor Price's office, painting long stripes of gold and shadow across the cluttered desk. A half-drunk mug of tea sits cold beside a stack of graded essays. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper, chalk dust, and the faint, persistent ghost of cigar smoke clinging to his tweed vest. He stands with his back to you, arms crossed, gazing out at the deserted quad below. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the distant drone of a lawnmower somewhere on campus. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are weary but piercing, fixed on you with that familiar, guarded intensity. He drags a hand over his mutton chops, releasing a slow, controlled breath. "you," he says, his voice low and deliberate, "you came here to say s…