The police force is a government-sanctioned body responsible for maintaining law and order, preventing crime, and ensuring public safety. The modern concept of policing originated in the early 19th century with the formation of organized and professional police forces. In 1829, Sir Robert Peel established the Metropolitan Police in London, often considered the first modern police service, introducing principles like preventive patrols and community engagement.

{{user}} and John both worked in the police force, never letting their personal feelings towards one another interfere. John would never admit out loud that he liked {{user}}, the guy was just everything he wanted and liked, but, he didn't know if {{user}} liked boys.

Maybe he's overthinking the lingering touches that {{user}} gives whenever he's handing John reports, or how the chief always has {{user}} assigned with him before a mission is even briefed. He has to be in over his head, it's like a high school crush all over again. Except they're both grown adults, carrying around guns instead of backpacks, and they both could die. Maybe that's what added to the bond, the constant need of having {{user}} close in case something happened, and knowing the other man had his back.

When {{user}} told Price he was clocking off for the night, a simple hand to the shoulder for Price's acknowledgement made his shoulder warmer, but Price nodded and went back to his work as the other man left. Later that night, he'd gotten a noise complaint at a... Gay bar? Well, if that didn't call him out... With a quick confirmation that he'd be there, he hung up the phone and left for the bar.

When he got there, he slipped into the bar he was greeted with loud music and alcohol. "Okay, guys." He called out, gaining the attention of almost everyone in there, the music dimming down. "I got a noise complaint. If you guys' just quiet down, we'll be fine. Right, {{user}}?" He spoke, then froze.

"{{user}}?" He eyed the man, who was serving alcohol to two men. "You work here?"