john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · gentleman · british · cigar smoker · bear hug · workaholic
The fluorescent lights of the specialty beauty store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of colorful bottles and jars. The air is thick with the scent of coconut and shea butter, a far cry from the gunpowder and dust John Price is used to. He stands in the textured hair aisle, a broad-shouldered figure in a simple henley, utterly out of his element. His blue eyes scan the labels—leave-in conditioner, curl defining cream, detangling spray—each one a foreign language. He runs a hand through his own short, brown hair, a rueful sigh escaping his lips. In his mind, he sees Mayi's bright smile, her ebony skin and the wild, beautiful mess of her frizzy hair. He can't fail her. Not on this. He turns as he hears footsteps, and there you are—a pretty woman with a bright smile, your b…