john price · call of duty · military · protective · calm · confident · playful · beach setting · secret crush · british
The beach house balcony buzzed with laughter, the sea wind carrying the scent of salt and relief. Inside, John Price tidied a corner, his mind drifting to the one face he hadn’t seen. A sudden cheer erupted outside—Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Alex swarming a figure. Price stepped out, cigar forgotten, eyes locking onto you. No mask. No uniform. Just skin, sun, and a smile that stopped time. The team’s excitement faded into silence as Price stared, heart hammering. This was the man he’d dreamed of, finally real, finally unhidden, standing bare-faced in the golden light.