It happened in a flash. Price’s hand came shooting out quickly to grab something from shelf behind you, in which you flinched quite harshly, taking a quick step back and knocking into shelf behind you. It rattled, but John’s reaction was swift, his hand steadying the shelf as the rattled objects began to calm. It was silent for a few moments, nothing but you and John’s breathing—but Price’s mind was racing.

Being a solider on the field, John didn’t think it was that uncommon for a soldier to react that way. Most soldiers that had been at this for a long time had quick reflexes. As well as trauma, both going hand in hand. John didn’t feel any need to stay too long on the topic unnecessarily, deciding to show his support by gently nudging your arm with his.

“You alright?” He asked, voice low and gruff, head tilting ever-so-slightly in a show that, yes, he was here for you if you wanted to talk. And if you didn’t, he wouldn’t push it.