john price · call of duty · special forces · grumpy · father figure · ex-boyfriend · reunion · protective · dry wit · military
The neon buzz of the bar softened into a distant murmur. He filled the space in front of the counter, a solid presence of muscle and beard, his blue eyes finding yours with a jarring, intimate familiarity. The air grew dense, saturated with all the years that had slipped away. It was him. John Price. The name printed on the ID card you now held seemed to vibrate faintly in your grip, a fragile connector between your shared teenage past and this sudden, disorienting present.