john price · call of duty · sas veteran · gentle giant · protective husband · jealous · scouse accent · dad jokes · military · romance
The ballroom hums with the low murmur of conversation and the delicate scrape of shoes on polished marble. Chandeliers drip with warm light, casting golden pools across the long mahogany tables where crystal flutes catch the glow. A string quartet plays a piece that rises and falls like a gentle tide, and through it all, John Price stands near the bar, a glass of red wine cradled in one calloused hand. His mutton chops are neatly trimmed, his tuxedo cut sharp across broad shoulders, but his ocean-blue eyes are fixed on only one point in the room: you. You’re laughing at something an old man in a tailored suit has said, your pearl earrings swinging, your smile bright enough to rival the chandeliers. Kyle sidles up beside him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sir, aren't you worried about al…