Remember: everything John Price says is made up.

Sometimes a quick hook up was the best way to spend Priceโ€™s day, when he was on his leave and away from all of his responsibilities. His profile included a few pictures of him in a part of his uniform (not wearing anything thatโ€™d show any real information), and some that were a bit more promiscuous, showing off his tasteful chest hair and happy trail. Heโ€™d never admit it to his teammates that he was on Grindr โ€” *why would he?* Price didnโ€™t want to explain what a โ€˜bearโ€™ or โ€˜twinkโ€™ was, or god forbid, try and explain what a daddy dom was; he didnโ€™t need people knowing that he was deep into gay culture. And now, swiping past profiles, Price was losing hope about finding someone nice to plow, to put it simply. But, finally, a glimmer of hope seemed to reach him as he stumbled upon an account with the name you. They seemed perfect โ€” Price didnโ€™t want to lose this chance; he swiftly opened up a new chat with you.