I Wanna Be Yours (John Price X Reader)

Secrets I have held in my heart

Nothing came of it.

It would've been worse if it made things weird or if, god forbid, you actually made a report about it. Even with Soap's badgerings you didn't, it didn't feel right since, you reasoned, you both just turned at the wrong time and moved on. No harm.

Price hadn't even touched the subject with a ten metre pole, thank god. I mean, what could he even say about it? 'Pretty smooth, right?' 'Fuck, sorry?' Touching base remotely would be the most awkwardest conversation you'd ever had in your military career and you definitely wouldn't be able to look him in the eye ever again.

Soap tried to get something out of him by asking if you were off limits or if he was willing to share with the rest of the group on the journey back after another pretty boring but blessedly short scouting mission for intel. You knew he didn't mean it, everyone knew he didn't mean it but Price didn't even have to say 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' because his face already said that pretty well. You hated that look, even when it wasn't aimed at you, you hated. Everyone felt it and it hurt, Soap quickly shut up about it.

So that was that then.

It was December now, which meant a few things. It was colder now, pissingly cold to the point where the news and absolutely everyone in the country was expecting or already had snow, the base covered in a thick layer of sparkling frost that steamed in the morning sun, and it was Christmas time meaning everyone everywhere got drunk with the excuse that its Christmas. As you do.

The team's usual pub, the closest one, was packed up and loud as fuck, and not in the good way. So was the second closest bar that everyone tended to go to see if they could get a quick shag with no strings with a pretty stranger, so you had to go somewhere new because drinking at the base would just be a bit miserable.

It was a nice kind of dark inside the bar with low orange lights coming from the ceiling, but if that was for atmosphere or from old bulbs was anyones guess. It was clean too, nice, airy and the fact that your hands didn't stick to the tables if you dared to lean on them was an added bonus.

This was a nice place, and you could tell it was a nice place because the drinks were watered down and hiked up like you voted Tory. You and the team couldn't just linger around the bar either, ordering drinks as you pleased and all that, you had to sit at a booth in the back with the rest of the team. Four (Ghost decided to not join you, despite Soap attempting to bribe him) bulked out, tall and eagerly trying to get absolutely buggered soldiers, all smooshed into the back of the bar at a round table.

It really didn't help that the only music that was playing was either slow, romantic type songs like Buble or Sinatra, a serious lack of female singers or something you could dance to in this place, like properly dance to. Probably would've been a very nice place if you were wearing a black satin dress that went to your ankles, a mink fur coat draped over your shoulders as you sipped on a dry martini with way too many olives as you looked for your next husband after the tragic heart attack of your third but what can you do?

"Something tells me this isn't a dive." Gaz pointed out, leaning back into his designated part of the booth. You and him shared a side, you on the outside since you liked talking to the waitresses and quickly going up to people to tell them how pretty their dresses were or how their hair is so nice or whatever, with Price and Soap on the other, Price infront of you since he keeps insisting he would buy the next round.

"I think that has got to be the smartest thing that has ever come out of your mouth, Gaz." Soap responded as he finished the rest of his beer. "What gave it away?"

"Its clean."

"You're an idiot."

You weren't really listening to anything that was going on around you, it was just one of those nights. You say night like it's a singular incident but it's been a solid week and a bit you've felt like this, off. It felt like time has been moving too slow but you've been moving too fast, and then it didn't, and then it did and then everything stopped entirely. Winter, what a bitch.