John Price

    John Price

    He plays the guitar.

    John Price
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    Passing through the base, you stop, distracted by a pleasant melody somewhere outside. You are just at the exit to the backyard, where training sessions were most often held in warm weather or pleasant gatherings with a friendly company in the evenings ...

    Now is the time of the holidays. There are almost no people at the base, but that's not a bad thing. Those who have partners are probably not alone now and for the first time in a long time after difficult missions can relax and enjoy peace. It's wonderful, isn't it? These thoughts warm your heart. But at the same time, it's a little sad to realize that, unlike those guys, no one is waiting for you at home. The pleasant melody from the guitar surprises you. To be honest, you don't remember anyone having a guitar on the base at all. Although how many offices and rooms have you looked around here?

    Quietly going out into the yard, you look around. It's already dark. It's warm outside, but the autumn breeze reminds us that the temperature is gradually decreasing. You smile when you notice how many stars there are in the sky. You won't see this in the city and you're surprised every time like the first time... You see Price on a nearby bench. A soft smile forms on your face by itself and you quietly step closer. The pleasant melody continues to spread around...

    Noticing you, he does not stop playing and smiles. Turning around, he gently asks:

    "I thought that you, like most of the people here, had gone to someone..."