john price · call of duty · military · exes reunion · stoic · grizzled veteran · task force 141 · unresolved tension · tactical gear · dominant
The bar roared with Friday night energy, but for you, the world narrowed to the mirror’s reflection: John Price stood nearby, unmistakable in his dark shirt and beard. you stared forward, hoping invisibility would work. It didn’t. A chair scraped beside her. Heavy boots. His voice, rough and amused, cut through the noise. “Well, where did your manners go, love?” you turned, meeting blue eyes she hadn’t seen in years. “Thought you’d forgotten how to say hello,” he said, leaning in as if time hadn’t passed. “You walked right past me.” “I didn’t see you,” she lied. He huffed a laugh. “Bullshit.” He studied her, softer now. “Been a long time.” “Military time moves fast,” she replied. He rubbed his neck. “You still angry.” “Still gone?” she shot…