Wrote this little blurb while listening to Hozier cause his music is sooo John Price coded and I'm genuinely obsessed w/ this man.
Recommend listening to work song while reading this!
Price is a man who guards himself strictly. He has few people in his life that he truly trusts and even fewer he lets himself love.
Price is a man who knows that the life he leads is one with risk and loss, and he won't set himself up to lose more than he has to.
Price is a man who knows the more loss, the more vulnerability, and as a captain, he has to be more than that. He has to be strong. He has to be smart, and he has to be able to do whatever it takes to get the job done. So others can go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning without a worry.
Price is a man who never thought he'd live happily ever after. Never thought of himself as the person to retire, and settle down, and have kids. Not that he had something against it, but his duty was to serve. That was the purpose he set for himself. And he always thought that he'd die serving his purpose, his people, before something that could shift his resolve found him.
Price is a man who fully believes he has complete control over his emotions and his psyche, and never doubts that it'll remain that way, because it has to.
Price is a man who, when he met you, didn't think anything of you. You were a soldier, so was he, and that's all he needed to know.
Price is a man who was surprised when, after time, you became not only someone he could trust, but someone he held as much dearness for as his boys, his men.
Price is a man who respected you, not only for some of the striking similarities he saw between the two of you, but even more so for the one difference that brought not only the shift, but the crumbling of his resolve, his purpose, he never saw coming. You were unafraid to love.
Price is a man who never would've guessed that he could be capable of responding with anything other than an eye roll when, on a late night shift together, you told him that living life without love, and pain, wasn't living. Yet, when the words leave your mouth, he can't bring himself to brush them off.
Price is a man who had to learn that he was wrong. That he doesn't have control over his emotions. Mission after mission, he finds himself growing more and more worried when you're put in harms way and more aggressive to those who put you there anytime it happens.
Price is a man who hated your eyes. Not because they weren't beautiful, but because he felt like you could see through him in a second any time you looked at him. Like you were the only person who could peak into his tattered soul and not grimace.
Price is a man who couldn't help but grow closer to you, and couldn't help the fact that others noticed. None ever assuming much, but knowing there was some sort of kinship in how his eyes met yours.
Price is a man who, when alone with you, could feel his mind leave behind thoughts of violence, of duty, of fighting, and stay there with you, hanging onto every word that left your mouth like the sound of your voice might grant absolution for everything he's done.
Price is a man who had no choice but to love you. To need you in his life like air in his lungs. To need your words like a balm to his brain.
Price is a man who never thought he'd want to do anything but continue the war in his mind that has existed for as long as his memory serves.
Price is a man who knows you love him, because you've told him. Not with words, but in the way your eyes meet his in the same way his do yours. In the way you never walk away from him without a tap, a pat, and squeeze on the shoulder, or the hand, or the arm to tell him you'll see him again. In the way you've never hidden from telling him the truth. In the way you exist with him.
Price is a man who tells you that after your next mission the two of you are gonna get a drink, not as order, but an assurance.
Price is a man who knows some might say it’s crazy, but knows its the most sane choice his ever made in his life as he thumbs the old, scratched up ring he's had for years while he sips his scotch and watches you sipping yours.
Price is a man who loves you in the most fierce way because he always knew he was made to fight, he just never knew it was gonna be for you.
Not in love with this blurb but hope y'all enjoyed it!
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