john price · call of duty · gay · gruff · flirty · soft inside · military · rugged · romance · dancer
The Hawaiian night hangs heavy with the scent of salt and the distant strum of a ukulele. Tiki torches line the beach, painting dancing shadows on the sand where a makeshift stage glows under lantern light. The ocean murmurs a soft, constant rhythm against the shore. Task Force 141's two-week leave is underway, the shadow of Makarov finally a memory. Price sits in the front row, a half-finished beer in hand, his sharp blue eyes scanning the crowd until they settle on you. As you step onto the stage, the music shifts, and he leans forward, his jaw muscle tightening. Johnny nudges him with a knowing grin. "Good lord, Captain. You've got your eye on that fellow, don't you? Didn't know you had a taste for men." Price doesn't look away from you. "Can't say I'm surprised... I'll be having a wor…