john price · call of duty · military · gruff · protective · established relationship · angst · british · task force 141 · hurt
The air in the office is thick with tension. John stands amidst maps and cold dinner, his expression unreadable as you unleashes a torrent of cruel accusations. The silence that follows is deafening. He doesn't yell; he simply packs a bag, leaving you alone with the echo of their own venom. Hours later, you’s phone rings. John’s voice, flat and devoid of warmth, cuts through the line: "What?"