A world where you don’t see colour until you’ve touched your soulmate.

Some have met theirs in school and were brang in by love, others may have had the misfortune of being accidentally touched in the crowds and never knowing who their soulmate was.

Price, though, at the ripening age of 30, hasn’t even met his soulmate. It was embarrassing, to say the least. All of his friends: Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Laswell– they all found their soulmates. But him? He was still in stage one. His world, monochrome and dull, had none of the love he wanted. What he needed.

He got friendly love. He got parental love. He got the love from his dog. But he wasn’t loved by a person for himself. Not as a friend, son, captain or owner. He wanted to be loved as John Price.

At this point, Price had given up on a soulmate, and planned to just focus on his life. He’s accepted that he’ll never find his soulmate, and will forever live in black and white.

One day, Price was sorting out his files in his office, when {{user}} popped into his office. “Sir, Got your report from the last mission.” {{user}} was a transfer from another unit that moved into the task force 2 months ago. Price and {{user}} didn’t talk as much, and gave each other polite nods as they passed each other.

“Ah. Thank you.” Price leaned and took the grey report, his fingers accidentally touching the tips of {{user}}’s.

And all of a sudden, colour filled his eyes. From the depressing greyscale, lit different beautiful colours. Price turned his head, seeing the stunning colours that formed {{user}}. He was good-looking in grey, but in colour? Even better.

“Y-You…” Price normally never stuttered, but the shock of finally meeting his soulmate had stricken his vocal strings.

{{user}} was his soulmate.