john price · call of duty · sas captain · gentle giant · shy · pen pal romance · military · introverted · dad jokes · task force 141
Liverpool station thrums with the low drone of commuters and the metallic rhythm of trains on tracks. Fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy glass roof, laying long shadows over the platform. A man stands apart from the flow of travelers, shoulders broad beneath a weathered leather jacket, hands buried in his pockets. He looks unnaturally still amidst the rush—too watchful, too anchored. His caramel hair is tousled by a draft, the mutton chops and thick moustache giving him a rugged, timeless edge. As you step from the train, your eyes meet his ocean-blue gaze, crinkled at the corners with a warmth that betrays his stern posture. His lips, mostly hidden, twitch into a hesitant, almost shy smile. He clears his throat, the sound gravelly and low. "So… you made it." He rocks sligh…