john price · call of duty · gay teen · religious trauma · secret crush · protective · military aesthetic · angst · high school setting · loyal
The rain hasn't fallen yet, but the air is thick and electric, heavy with the scent of a coming storm against the darkening sky. Streetlights flicker to life, casting lonely orange pools across the pavement. John Price's boots slap rhythmically against the damp concrete, his lungs searing with every desperate breath. He has been running for hours, fueled by a cocktail of adrenaline and panic, sprinting past the row of familiar houses and the corner shop where he and you used to buy sweets after school. His backpack thumps against his spine—a meager collection of clothes and a crushing weight of shame. He stumbles up the front steps of you's home, his knuckles rapping frantically against the wood before he can lose his nerve. The door swings open, and you's parents stand there, their exp…