Fake Marriage | John Price x Reader

Briefing

Soft white rays filtered through the window, silhouetting your figure as if a angel descending from the heavens above. The soft waves of your hair curving with your back, drawing John's eyes to the small where he knew his hand so perfectly fit.

Lower to the swell that haunted him ever sense the first time he watched it pass by him in the hall. His chest expanded, desperately trying to bring he focus back to the situation at hand. "You sure you don't want one of us to take your spot Cap'?" Ghosts voice fell over the table littered in photos and diagrams.

The question alone almost had John considering changing places. That was until your body turned, light steps carrying you until palms were elegantly placed on the table.

"He's right old man, if you don't think your bones can handle it we can always have someone else do it." You hummed through a taunt, the corner of your lips turning up right, flashing just enough teeth to have him wondering what they'd feel like sinking into his lip.

Johns facial hair curled suppressing the same urges he always had to around you, "You keep calling me old darlin', but you seem to forget I could run laps round you lot." He retorted, relishing in the soft laugh that fell from your lips.

"So fake marriage, hmm? Seems believable with ye' two. You bicker like yer' married anyway." Soaps statement had a soft hue of pink crawling into your cheeks.

"Right," Price cleared his throat, heavy thumps followed him until he was standing by your side, hands clasped behind his back while he focused on the mission details ahead "all we have to do is mingle, coax any information we can and we will be fine." He continued, ignoring the way your arm brushed against his when you stood upright.

"And act married." Ghost finished crossing his arms over his chest, eying between your bodies expectantly "That is your cover after all." John's body froze when he felt delicate fingers curl around his bicep, the smell of your shampoo tainted his nostrils as your head leaned against his shoulder.

The coy smile on your lips as your lashes fluttered at ghost had John realizing this was going to be the mission that truly tested him.

He was one to always hold composure, yet having you curled around him like he was the only man who walked the earth had his chest swelling with the unbridled need for it to be real. It was never just the physicality of you being around, it was the pull you had on him since day one.

His own smile curled when you peered up at him through a lidded gaze, eyes innocent as if they'd never seen the rage of war. Leaning over his lips connected with your forehead, not missing the way your skin was radiating heat beneath his touch.

Steadying his breathing he pulled away, flicking his gaze to Ghost. The pull in his balaclava had John wanting to reach across the table and put him back into place, to remind him who was in charge.

"I like ye' two when ye'r bickering." Soap muttered, scrunching his nose at the sight. A chill ran down Johns spine when your hand pulled away, leaving him feeling cold from your lack of warmth. Tilting his head he released the tension growing in his muscle with a crack of his neck.

Solely focused on the way your body disappeared from the room and how your light giggle lingered in the air. John was never one to believe in love, hell he didn't even know if he did now. Yet the way he felt anytime you were around was undeniable.

The way your touch seared a print into his skin and your voice haunted his dreams had him at a loss. John's whole life was dedicated to his job, to the life he created for himself until you came crashing in like a tidal wave. Wrecking his plans and drowning out everything he once thought he knew.

"Ye' should go pack yer bags sir." Soaps voice broke the silence John didn't even realize had filled the atmosphere. It seemed like you were the only one to never notice the way his eyes sparkled anytime you were around. Ghost and Soap exchanged a knowing look before Ghost continued reciting the plans Price had set in place.

Every word fell on deaf ears as yet again Johns mind was clouded with nothing but you, moving through the numb motions like he always did when you weren't around. Muscle memory taking hold when he nodded in agreement to whatever the hell Ghost was saying, giving a swift wave before heading to his quarters.

Emotions over took him when he entered his room. Rage hitting first for not being able to shake the feelings you bestowed on him, confusion rolling in shortly after on how you so easily slipped through the unknown cracks in the wall that surrounded his heart, happiness filling his chest to cover it all when he finally realized you brought out the humanity he thought he'd lost years ago.

Zipping up his duffle he flung it over his shoulder, taking extra care when he pulled the perfectly tailored suit from his closet. The click of his door shutting pulled your attention from your own a few doors down. A soft smile pulling at your lips making his chest tighten, gracing you with one of his own in the process.