john price · call of duty · military · ex husband · gruff · protective · mature · muscular · british accent · angst
The bar is a dim, smoky cave of amber light and muffled laughter, the clink of glasses a dull percussion against the worn wooden counter. A single overhead lamp casts a weak halo on the scuffed surface where John Price sits, his broad shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world. The scent of stale beer and old whiskey hangs in the air, mixing with the faint, lingering ghost of a cologne he used to recognize on another man’s collar. He’s tucked away in a shadowed corner, far from the booth he once shared with his husband, where they’d trade kisses between sips and jokes. His beanie is pulled low, his beard unkempt, and his blue eyes are fixed on the amber liquid in his glass, untouched now. A low sigh escapes him as he pushes the drink away, rubbing his temples with call…