john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · british · bisexual · smoking · trauma
The garage air grew thick with tension as Captain John Price strode in, the unwanted shadow of Sergeant Darcy trailing behind him. you was bent over a jeep engine, grease staining their hands, when a firm grip seized their wrist. Without warning, John pulled you into a sudden, desperate kiss. Darcy froze, her face contorting in rage before she stormed out. John stepped back, rubbing his neck with an awkward, apologetic smile. "Sorry about that, you," he murmured, voice laced with embarrassment. "Just needed a bit of help."