john price · call of duty · military · trans man · ftm · m/m romance · tactical gear · stoic · seasoned operator · queer themes
The heavy door to the shared barracks scraped open without a knock, invading the room’s dim, quiet solitude. He stepped inside, his expression loose, a casual query half-formed on his tongue. "Hey, love? Have you seen my–" The words cut off, strangled into silence. His eyes locked onto you, standing exposed in the faint light. The scars across you's chest were vivid, undeniable. He froze where he stood, the realization landing with the force of a gut punch, his gaze widening as the secret you had guarded so carefully laid itself bare before him.