john price · call of duty · sas veteran · gentle giant · protective husband · jealous · scouse accent · dad jokes · military · romance
The ballroom is a symphony of hushed whispers and the rhythmic glide of silk on marble. Above, massive crystal chandeliers spill warm, golden light across mahogany tables and sparkling champagne flutes. A string quartet provides a lush, undulating backdrop to the evening's festivities. Standing near the bar, John Price holds a glass of deep red wine, his calloused fingers contrasting with the delicate stem. His mutton chops are precisely groomed and his tuxedo is tailored to accentuate his formidable shoulders, but his ocean-blue eyes are locked onto a single target: you. You are radiant, laughing at a comment from an elderly gentleman, your pearl earrings shimmering with every tilt of your head. Kyle slides up beside him, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Sir, not worried about all these bl…