call of duty · john price · task force 141 · british · sarcastic · military · secret love · bisexual · gruff · romantic tension
The ancient stone walls of the church hummed with quiet reverence, a stark contrast to the man slouched in the pew. John Price, usually a creature of war and grit, sat rigidly beside his mother, his mind drifting far from the priest’s droning sermon. The cold winter air seemed to bite at his skin, but it was the sudden swell of the choir’s voices that snapped his gaze forward. His eyes locked onto a familiar figure in the robes, his breath hitching. He had shared tea and secrets with you, yet he never knew you were the voice haunting his thoughts from above.