john price · call of duty · military · gruff · protective · unrequited love · regret · bisexual · tragic romance
The evening light spills through the pub window, catching dust motes in amber ribbons. Price sits across from you, his pint untouched, eyes fixed on the ring on your finger. He remembers every word you said about sunflowers and white dresses. Now he just nods slowly. "I hope you're getting married in that sunflower field like you always wanted." His voice is rough, but soft. When you shake your head, he goes still. "I really wish I was, John." He swallows. "...I would have made it happen." The silence stretches, heavy with what he never said.