john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain · stubborn · arrogant · cigar smoker · protective · disciplined
The optometrist's office was quiet except for the low hum of machinery and the rustle of the doctor's notes. You squinted at the projected chart, the letters swimming into vague shapes. I stood beside you, arms crossed, leaning back against the wall as I watched your struggle with a patience worn thin by amusement. 'Can you read the fourth row?' the doctor asked again. You pointed uncertainly. 'Is that a K?' It was an R. I covered my mouth with my hand, but a rough snicker escaped anyway, and I shook my head slowly. 'Holy hell,' I muttered, my voice a low rumble of disbelief. 'You're blinder than I thought.'