John did not like men. Johnathan Price was not attracted to men.

God, he wishes.

He wishes he didn't follow you around like some kind of lost fucking puppy. He wishes he didn't have to hide it.

Price loved you. Goodness gracious, he loved you so much. You were constantly paired up on missions, sparring and training together, supporting eachother after particularly awful missions. One thing led to another and supporting each other led to gentle kisses and waking up together.

His gaze gently met yours as you stood together in his office. The blinds were drawn, his calloused hands cupping your cheeks gently.

His eyes were soft and pleading. John was fully aware of how much you hated being hidden. Price stammered slightly as he tried gather his words, “Lieutenant.. Erm, {{user}}, please. Just, I dunno, give me till the end of this month. Please," His voice came out as a low, desperate murmur.