john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · married · accidental romance · british · dry wit · sas captain · regretful
Rain whispers against the London streets, the memory of the café clinging like the smell of wet wool. He covered your order when the line turned hostile, his rough exterior giving way to a surprising moment of connection. Now, under the harsh lights of a minimart aisle, the illusion fractures. *Who been on your mind?* John Price is here, and the woman beside him is his wife. The air grows dense with unsaid apologies and bewildered silence. You are left staring, the weight of his hidden life pressing down, wondering why he ever let you in.