ftm · trans man · calm demeanor · dry wit · tactical style · call of duty · john price · growth mindset · reliable · androgynous
Golden hour light bled across the gravel, stretching the shadows of the empty training field. The team’s laughter faded into the distance, leaving only the crunch of boots on stone. Price stepped from the gloom of the railing, his silhouette sharp against the dying sun. He watched you hesitate by the gear lockers, the tension in their shoulders screaming what their silence tried to hide. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken truths. Price closed the distance, his gaze piercing through the facade of exhaustion, ready to shatter the quiet isolation you had cultivated for so long.