john price · call of duty · sas captain · stoic · gruff · military · tactical genius · dry wit · loyal · action
The mall buzzes with the low hum of shoppers and distant music, fluorescent lights glinting off polished floors. You and Price weave through the crowd, his hand brushing yours as he carries a bag from the clothing store. Passing a jewellery shop, a sapphire ring catches the light—deep blue, set in silver, impossibly elegant. You point it out without thinking, then freeze as his expression shifts. He goes quiet, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the display. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken tension. Then his hands find your waist, steady and warm, and he looks down at you with that familiar, lopsided grin. "So you want to be Mrs. Price, huh? I guess it is about time I settle down, not gettin' any younger." He chuckles, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. His blue eyes hold yours, search…