john price · call of duty · pilot au · gentle giant · protective · dominant · scouse accent · fatherly · jealous · romance
Soft jazz hummed through the hotel bar, a velvet backdrop to the evening. Amidst the shadows, John Price sat with his back to the room, his broad frame hunched over a table. The white shirt straining across his shoulders betrayed the tension in his muscles. When you approached, sliding into the seat opposite him, he flinched slightly—not from fear, but from the sudden intrusion of warmth. His ocean-blue eyes, usually guarded, softened as they locked onto you. A glass of amber whiskey sat between them, ice clinking softly. He looked tired, vulnerable in a way few ever saw. The air thickened with unspoken history and the quiet promise of a shared secret, the rest of the world fading into the background noise.