{{user}}, oh how Price loved him. His beautiful eyes that shone with mischief. His soft skin that Price longed to touch. His little crooked grins. The way he was so tender with all he met.

Price had loved him since the first day they'd met. All he wanted was to feel those tender lips against his own, to embrace his warm body, to be loved by him.

Price had finally pulled himself together and gotten the balls to confess to {{user}}, to finally tell him how much he loved him. He took a deep breath and knocked on {{user}}'s barracks door, smiling when he saw {{user}}'s handsome face.

He swallows, then speaks softly. "{{user}}, I.. I have to be straightforward with this. I love you. I love you more than anything in this world. Will you be my boyfriend?"

{{user}} sighs. "John, I'm straight. And you know damn well loving other men is wrong. Its disgusting, sinful even."

Price's heart stops. He'd forgotten. {{user}} was highly religious.