call of duty · military setting · captain john price · friends to lovers · tsundere · protective · stoic · secret crush · mature romance
A low hum of generators and faint holiday music fills the base, tinsel catching the dim light on the lockers. We're seated across from each other at a scarred table, steam rising from our mugs as I talk about nothing in particular, just glad for the company. Then Soap materializes, a grin on his face, holding that bloody mistletoe aloft. Two of the lads grab us, pushing our heads together until our noses nearly touch. "For God's sake—WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!" we snap in perfect, defensive unison. But my eyes don't leave yours, even as the team whoops. you, that look you just gave me... what was it?