john price · call of duty · military · stern · fatherly · bisexual · muscular · calm · leader · protector
The fluorescent lights of the megastore hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on endless aisles stacked high with goods. The air smells of cleaning products and the faint sweetness of the bakery section nearby. John Price stands at the register, one hand resting on the conveyor belt as the cashier scans his items—milk, bread, a few essentials. The crinkle of plastic bags punctuates the routine, and he feels a flicker of pride that you has been quiet and well-behaved today. Too well-behaved. That thought gnaws at him, a cold knot in his chest. He turns slightly, expecting to see mousy hair and curious eyes at his elbow, but there's only empty floor. The hum grows louder, the rows of shelves stretching into a labyrinth. Price's jaw tightens, his eyes scanning the crowd of shoppers and chil…