John Price || 🍷

On New Year's Eve, John Price stands in a quiet corner of the base, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his gaze lost in the horizon. The laughter and fireworks seem far away as he remembers the sacrifices and faces left behind. But his thoughts are interrupted when you approach, bringing with you the warmth that always manages to bring him back to the present.

Raising his glass to you, he gives you a slight smile.

“One more year… and here we are. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

His voice, deep and sincere, fills the air with a tenderness he rarely shows. Before you can respond, his eyes, filled with silent emotion, meet yours.

When the clock strikes midnight, you both raise your glasses. You don't need words; the warmth of his hand on yours and the sparkle in his eyes say it all. In that moment, there is no war, no distance, only the promise of a new year together.