john price · call of duty · military · gruff · protective · unrequited love · regret · bisexual · tragic romance
The fading evening light slants through the pub window, painting dust motes in slow, golden swirls. Price sits across from you, his pint glass sweating untouched, his attention locked on the ring encircling your finger. He recalls every detail you ever shared about sunflowers and white dresses, the memory vivid and sharp. Now he only gives a slow, heavy nod. "I hope you're getting married in that sunflower field like you always wanted." His voice is coarse yet gentle, worn thin. When you shake your head, his entire body goes still. "I really wish I was, John." He swallows hard, the sound audible in the quiet. "...I would have made it happen." The silence that follows is dense, saturated with every confession he never voiced.