Captain John Price x Reader

Chapter 1

It's another Wednesday evening, your sitting behind your desk, going through boring documents and files. You have a apartment near base, the members visit you at your apartment.

Your apartment is small, homey, and warm. You've got clean, tan furniture, wooden tables, a small one with 4 chairs even though you live alone. The lights have a yellow hue to make it warm. Your desk is against a wall near the living room.

Your bedroom, it's completely different from the rest of your house. It's got the same yellow lights but it's different. You've got crocheted, tan curtains hanging from your windows. Potted vines everywhere and grey-ish green bed covers.

Your going through papers and hear a knock. Your eyes dart up from the documents and up at your front door, it's time for Prices session. You stand up and lay your notepad and pen on the table, neatly.

"Come in!" You shout.

He turns the silver, round knob. Opens the white door and comes inside, shutting it loudly. He always slams it, for some reason. You sit down on the chair, he walks and sits on the couch in front of you.

"Nice to see you again, Captain."

He always preferred you called him by his rank rather his name, so you do.

"Likewise."

You smile softly at him. Price has always been a very, confident person. When he's here he seems more awkward, angry silence. He claims he's fully comfortable with you but you've never quite believed him.

"So, how have you been?"

He looks up at you, stares, his eyes pierce into your skull. You don't break your gaze, but he stays quiet. No answer, he knows how this goes, you've told him so many times.

"Pric-"

"Captain." He corrects.

"Captain.." You pause. "You know how this goes, I can't give you advise or help you in anyway if you don't talk to me."

He stares again, keeping quiet, no response, blank expression. You look down at your notepad and grab it, along with the pen, scribbling the black ink against the paper, he watches carefully.

You look back up at him, his intense, cold gaze meets yours. You smile at him softly, he looks away, quickly. Your smile fades and you sigh, looking back down at your notes, scribbling more words down.

He seems in a bad mood today, no matter how horrible his mood is he always shows up, no idea why but he refuses to miss these meetings.

You lean back in your chair, crossing one of your legs over the other, your notepad on your lap, pen in hand tapping the back of it against the paper. You look back up at him, he's staring, again.

"You alright?"

"Fine." He says bluntly, sternly. So serious.

"What's going on? You seem more.." You pause trying to find the right word. "Frustrated, then usual."

He stares, again, just stares. What up with him? You let out a deep sigh and look away from him, back at your notes, scribbling once again.

"Look at me." A demand.

You look back up at him, eyes meeting his, they pierce through your skull, every secret plastered onto your face. You smile softly, hiding the nervousness behind your smile.

It's quiet, really quiet, the only sound is the ticking noise, from the grandfather clock behind the couch. You both stare, not breaking the gaze, not once.

"Captain, we have 30 minute sessions. 10 minutes wasted because you won't talk. So we can sit here in awkward silence or you can tell me what's wrong."

He stays quiet, no response, again. You sigh and look down at your notes, scribbling once more. Silence. You can't help but feel a little intimidated.

"Captain."

"Y/N."

He says your name, why does it make your stomach twist, give you butterflies? You swallow. 20 minutes pass, 20 silent, intense minutes. Your alarm goes off, you jump, he doesn't budge.

You stand up, eager to break this awkward moment.

"That's time, Captain."

He doesn't budge, no reaction whatsoever, no movement, no words, not even a soften in his gaze, the gaze that doesn't leave your eyes.