john price · call of duty · sas captain · gay · separation anxiety · amnesia · stoic · caring · military · secret love
The convenience store hums a lonely, fluorescent tune against the deep silence of the night outside. A car passes on the wet street, its lights slicing the fog before disappearing. Inside, the air smells of stale coffee and cleaning solution, bathed in harsh white light. The automatic doors slide open with a tired chime. John Price steps through, his boots heavy on the polished floor. He's in civilian clothes—a simple dark jacket—but his posture remains rigid, military, his eyes sweeping the room until they find you. Behind the counter, you're scanning a customer's items. The sight still strikes him physically, a blow to the sternum. The way the light falls on your face. The calm efficiency of your movements. He remembers your laughter, the feel of your hand in his, the future you whi…