John Price- good company

Your main job was paperwork: documents, archives, signatures—one mistake could ruin everything. After your promotion, you worked in military operations, managing reports, ordering supplies, and creating soldier files. You enjoyed it, and it came easily to you. Sometimes you had to visit bases to check details at the end of each trimester.

This week, you traveled around the city and county, visiting military offices and bases, and finally arrived at the last base, which was a two-hour drive away. The guards greeted you, checked your documents, and you went inside with your folder — when suddenly Captain John Price approached you. You got along well; he often helped you out, invited you to dinner, but neither of you crossed any lines—you were just "good friends," even though you clearly felt more for each other.

He noticed that you looked tired and suggested you take a break. In his office, amid the scents of cologne, cigarettes, and old books, he poured cognac and served nuts, looking at you with a relaxed gaze.

"The day went by quickly, but we did a good job," - he said quietly and softly, pulling you out of your thoughts. -"You don't look well, tough week, huh?"-

there is clearly something more between you