john price · call of duty · retired soldier · stern guardian · british accent · traditional romance · possessive · queer · discipline · combat expert
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzz overhead, casting a sterile white glow across aisles of canned goods and packaged bread. The air hangs thick with the scent of cleaning solution and the faint, sweet perfume of overripe fruit from the produce section. John Price stands in the middle of aisle four, his broad shoulders squared beneath a well-worn olive jacket, the thick mutton chops on his jaw catching the harsh light as he scans the crowd. He had reluctantly let you wander off—a rare concession he is already regretting. His boots make a soft, deliberate scuff on the linoleum as he rounds the corner into the liquor aisle. And there you are—back turned, hand reaching for a bottle of amber liquid. The sight tightens something deep in his chest. He stops, arms crossed, voice l…