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all i feel is you

JOHN PRICE x GN!READER

word count: 1.6k. ct

warnings: none, just a lil bit angsty oh!! and use of the pet name ‘love’

[a/n: okay!! so I decided to try my hand at writing for mw2 seeing as a vaguely remember playing the og campaign years ago, this was inspired by an hc on tiktok by @wibixthecowboy y’all should check it out !! I’m a lil rusty with my writing but hope you enjoy!! ]

Relief flooded your entire body as you stepped out of the car.

The London cold had seeped into your clothes, chill reaching all the way down to your bones.

Icy wind nipped at your cheeks and nose.

It was nice to be home.

John, who was none the wiser, was sat in his home office. Cup of tea on a coaster as he finished the last of his reports. He knew the whole point of being on leave was to rest. Relax. Get away from work. He knew you’d give him a lot of grief if you were there.

A glint of light caught his eye.

Putting the folder down, he glanced at the source. His silver wedding band. The one he usually wore on his tags, underneath his shirt, for safekeeping. Sure, he was allowed to wear it on his finger but it felt too vulnerable. Too dangerous. Plus, all the people that needed to know, knew. The boys and Laswell.

You were an operator that mainly worked on a contract basis.

They had met you on a few occasions.

John sighed.

When he had first stepped foot into the empty house, his heart ached. The many photos you both had around the house were covered with dust, another reminder of how long it’s been since he’s seen you. Your beautiful eyes, ones that he could stare into forever and would most definitely not mind getting lost in.

The way they squinted when you would smile was one of his favorite sights. You often complained about the crows feet you were getting, he would always scoff and bat your hands away from poking and prodding at your face. Pulling you into his arms and littering kisses all over your face. Utterances of praises and compliments leaking like sweet honey from his lips.

God, how he missed you.

With another heavy sigh and a lump forming in his throat, he took a huge gulp of tea and leaned back in his chair. “I should probably get dinner started…or maybe order in?” He muttered to himself, clearing his throat. “I think I’ll order in.”

Picking up his mug, he made his trek out into the kitchen and straight to the take-out drawer. It was stuffed full of different take out menus, chopsticks, disposable cutlery and an array of napkins, and a ton of estranged soy sauce and chili packets.

Just as his fingers wrapped around the handle the ‘thunk’ of a car door shutting had caught his attention. Back straightening and head tilting like a puppy dog. The sounds that followed were footsteps up the porch stairs and keys in the lock.

He couldn’t help the way his heart started to beat faster in anticipation. He was almost giddy at the thought of seeing you. So, he set his mug down and raced down to the front door. Pulling the door open just as you pulled your key out of the lock.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action but a huge smile replaced your surprised expression. “John…”

“Oh, love…”

Dropping your duffel bag, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him and holding tight. He held you firmly at the waist, walking you a few into the house. “I missed you so much. Can’t believe you had me puttering around this damn house by myself.” The vibrations of his deep voice against your neck made you laugh. Holding him at arm's length, you cupped his cheeks, thumbs smoothening out his beard.

“I know, I’m sorry. I was out for longer than expected.” He could see it in your eyes, you had been replaying the horrors of your last mission right at that moment. He understood, more than anybody and you were so glad that he did.

“I know, but you’re here now.” He smiled, gazing into your eyes.

“Well? You gonna kiss me or what?” You gently pinched his cheek.

Chuckling in disbelief, he shook his head but gladly granted your wish. He leaned down and met your lips in a languid, drawn out kiss. Conveying all the things his words could never. Relaxing further into his hold, all stress left your body. All the ghosts in your head vanished, cowering away from the light that John always seems to exude.

Pulling away, he noticed your red cheeks instantly. Whether it be from the kiss or the cold, we’ll never know but John wanted to believe it was the latter.

“Bloody Jesus, it’s cold. Let’s get you nice and warm.” He rubbed your arms to warm you up a bit before stepping around you and grabbing your bag and shutting the door. Shedding your jacket and hanging it up by the door, John grabbed the landline and started punching in the number he knew by heart.

“I’m orderin’ Indian, what d’ya want?”

“Ooh the paneer tikka masala and some chicken samosas. I’m gonna change.” You pecked his cheek before running off to your room.

Glad you had decided to shower before heading over, you simply changed into some sweats and one of John’s pullovers.

Staring into the mirror, you grimaced. Hand coming up to pull at your dark under eye bags before your fingers started to wander to the scar you had on your temple. It was new, a horrid reminder of the near death experience you had on this last op. John didn’t know, he hadn’t noticed. Too caught up in his excitement of your homecoming.

So, as you slipped your rings back on, you made your way back out into the kitchen. The soft crooning of Paul Anka was a pleasant surprise.

“Food should be here in twenty minutes.” He took a second to look you over. A cheeky smile lifting his lips, as he opened them to make a comment but then his eyes trailed over your face and his jaw fell shut.

Well that’s new.

Noticing that his eyes were lingering, you quickly turned away and stepped into the kitchen.

“Okay, well I’m gonna make some coffee. Want any?”

He shook his head as he sat at the island. “Just tea for me, love.”

You nodded and got to work.

As he watched you wiggle around and make coffee, attempting to discreetly dance, a pressure started to build behind John’s eyes.

That new scar had been a confirmation of what he heard before going on leave. He had basically begged Laswell for some kind of update and what he was given was heartstopping. You had gone dark after your armored vehicle had been hit by an RPG then after a day or two of him pacing around the house, Laswell gave him another update. You had been located and alive.

Now seeing you in front of his own two, tired eyes. Alive and dancing rather terribly, made a flurry of emotion swirl around his chest. And before he knew it, he had his face buried in his hand, quiet sobs shaking his shoulders.

“Here you go, but careful it’s-” You turned to face him and froze at the sight. “-hot…” As your voice trailed off, you placed the mugs down. “John?” Now your eyes had started to water. “Honey, what happened?”

“Nothin’, sorry.” He pulled his hand away and avoided looking at you, voice rough.

Slowly, you approached and wiped his tears and snot away with the sleeve of your sweater. “Okay, but you know you can talk to me.” You whispered, gently grasping his left hand and pulling it up to your mouth, placing a kiss on the knuckle of his ring finger. “For better or worse, remember?”

At your words. He couldn’t help but continue to sob. Pulling you to stand in between his thighs, burying his face into your sternum. His arms wrapped around you and his hands gripped onto the back of the sweatshirt. You were his guiding light, his lifeline and he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna hold onto you for dear life.

And you let him.

You ran your fingers through his hair and let him feel whatever he was feeling, a few tears streaking down your cheeks as well.

His cries subsided and he just let himself revel in your hold, in your presence. This wasn’t always promised in your line of work.

Sniffling, he pulled back a little bit only to be met with your gentle eyes. Worried, adoring, loving eyes. “I just. I love you so much and I missed you.”

That definitely wasn’t all but you didn’t want to pry. “I love you too.” You rested your forehead against his. “Forever and always?”

He nodded. “Forever and always.”

‘DING’

Both of you jumped at the sound, pulling away from each other. John chuckled and ran a hand down his face. “Gave me a fuckin’ heart attack.”

Snorting, you shook your head and made your way to the door, grabbing your wallet out of your bag along the way. Paying and tipping for the delivery before returning with two bags of food, shoving the door closed with your foot.

“Let’s eat.”

As you placed the forgotten mugs into the sink and started to unpack the food, John pulled you away from the island and spun you around. “Come on. Indulge me for a second.”

With a hand on your waist and another in yours, you rested your free hand against his bicep and swayed to the music with him. A kitchen waltz.

The both of you were definitely not ballroom ready but this was perfect.

All he felt was you.

Your love.

Your acceptance.

Your presence.

You.

And that was all he’d ever need.

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