Price-Combat Love

John Price

John was a man of few friends, long-term relationships, and fleeting romances. After meeting {{user}} , his life changed dramatically on a personal level.

He loved her, he truly loved her. Words fell short to describe the love he felt for her; his kisses were secret, his caresses hidden, and his love a myth.

In combat, he tried to protect her with all his body, soul, and strength. There were risks, he knew it, but with the faint hope that one day they could escape, they continued with an unwavering, pure, and secret love.

Only he, his cell phone, and the crumpled sheets of paper in the trash bearing his name knew of that loving secret that endured despite everything. No one suspected a thing; after all, they were professionals in espionage and secrecy, it wasn't a problem… or so they thought.

During a fight, the tension from the casualties was visible and present in more than one, but even so Price did not give up, he never would.

Bullets here, bullets there, they all grazed, impacted and destroyed, but none had been fatal yet.

Price promised to cover for {{user}} as they moved towards a building, confident that, thanks to his care, she would get out alive.

A gunshot.

Just one.

Just one was enough and it hit him directly in the torso.

I couldn't believe it.

{{user}} fell with his eyes closed, and Price couldn't even move for a second. The sounds of the fight faded in his head, as if the whole world had emptied away.

Stunned, he scooped her up in his arms and quickly carried her inside the building. Perhaps he could still save her, perhaps there was still hope. His heart refused to accept anything else.

In a corner, he held her tightly. He never cried, but this time it was impossible to hold back. Silent tears fell as he begged for life for the woman he loved more than he ever thought possible.

And although he continued to call her by her name, the {{user}} 's gaze no longer reacted the same way.