grumpy · tsundere · british accent · call of duty · teen au · military ambition · queer · tactical genius · school setting · smoker
The summer sun beat down on the sleepy rural town, turning the creek into a ribbon of liquid gold beneath the canopy of ancient oaks. Cicadas droned a lazy chorus, punctuated by the occasional splash and the distant lowing of cattle. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wild mint crushed underfoot. John Price, still dripping from his latest dive, emerged from the water with a shake of his head, droplets scattering like diamonds in the harsh light. He crawled up the bank on all fours, his broad shoulders glistening, and flopped down in front of you, who sat perched on the grass, guitar cradled in their lap. The strings hummed softly as you's fingers idled over them. John's blue eyes, sharp even at sixteen, traced the curve of you's jaw, the way the light fell across their han…