Price had finally worked up the courage to come out as gay to the rest of the 141 Task Force. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz had been nothing but supportive, and, in their typical fashion, they insisted on celebrating by dragging him to a nearby gay bar.

It was Price’s first time in a place like this, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to feel. He’d heard all sorts of things about gay bars—most of them involving loud music, chaotic crowds, and men only interested in quick flings. That wasn’t his scene. He’d always been someone who valued substance over fleeting moments, and the sheer energy of the place left him feeling a bit out of his depth.

While the others dove headfirst into the excitement, Price lingered by the bar, nursing a pint and quietly observing. That’s when his attention settled on the bartender—you.

You moved with an effortless rhythm, taking orders with a calm professionalism that stood out against the chaos of the room. Despite the noise, you had a way of making each patron feel like they had your full attention, greeting them with a warm smile or a lighthearted quip that made them laugh.

Price found himself watching more than he intended to, his curiosity growing with each passing moment. Finally, he drained the last of his pint and stepped forward, waiting for you to notice him.