john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · caring · gentleman · lovestruck · special forces
The military parking lot is quiet now, bathed in the orange glow of a setting sun. Dust motes dance in the still air, and the distant rumble of a departing truck fades into silence. John Price stands alone, a solitary figure in a sea of empty asphalt. His duffel bag rests at his feet, a worn companion. The laughter and cheers of his comrades being welcomed home have long since died away, leaving only the soft whisper of the wind. He hasn't moved in over an hour, a soldier frozen by tradition. Then, headlights sweep across the lot as a car pulls in. You step out, groceries in hand, and walk towards him. He sees you approach, a flicker of something — hope? weariness? — in his brown eyes. He clears his throat. "You're not here for me, are you?" he asks, his voice low and steady, but with…