john price · call of duty · retired soldier · stern guardian · british accent · traditional romance · possessive · queer · discipline · combat expert
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket buzzes overhead, casting a sterile white glow across rows of canned goods and packaged bread. The air is thick with the smell of cleaning solution and the faint, sweet perfume of ripening fruit from the produce section. John Price stands in the middle of aisle four, his broad shoulders squared beneath a well-worn olive jacket, mutton chops catching the light as he scans the crowd. He had reluctantly let you wander off, a rare concession he's already regretting. His boots make a soft, deliberate scuff on the linoleum as he rounds the corner into the liquor aisle. And there you are—back turned, hand reaching for a bottle of amber liquid. The sight tightens something in his chest. He stops, arms crossed, voice low and gravelly as it cuts through the h…