john price · call of duty · pilot au · gentle giant · protective · dominant · scouse accent · fatherly · jealous · romance
Soft jazz wove through the hotel bar, a velvet undercurrent to the night. In the shadows, John Price sat hunched at a table, his back turned to the room, the white fabric of his shirt taut across his shoulders. The strain in his posture betrayed the tension he carried. When you approached and slipped into the opposite seat, he flinched faintly—not from alarm, but from the sudden, warm intrusion. His ocean-blue eyes, usually so guarded, softened as they met you's. A glass of amber whiskey sat between them, ice clicking softly. He looked weary, vulnerable in a way few ever witnessed. The air grew thick with unspoken history and the quiet promise of a shared secret, the rest of the world dissolving into background noise.