call of duty · john price · task force 141 · british · sarcastic · military · secret love · bisexual · gruff · romantic tension
The chill of the English winter seeped through the ancient church walls, a brittle silence hanging in the air before the service began. John Price sat stiffly beside his mother, his broad frame out of place among the peaceful congregation. His thoughts were maps and strategies, a world away from the priest's steady voice. Then, the choir began—a swell of sound that lifted the heavy air. His eyes, sharp and discerning, found you immediately among the robed figures. Breath caught in his throat. He knew the curve of your smile over a shared cup, the sound of your laughter in a safe house kitchen, but he'd never known *this*. The realization settled over him, tense and electric, as the hymn filled the space between you.