✮⋆˙ - WHERE?
john price ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst
୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : john sent you in a different direction during a crowded mission - the end results being a guilt ridden, nightmare fuelled and horrifying result.
It was a dark night, price and you had been sent on a mission. Alone together.Enemies everywhere at every corner - you just needed the one guy but he was going to be hard to get.you needed info; info about some bombs halfway across the country but this was the only guy who knew anything - well the only guy you had known that knew something. Tiptoeing around the place as you were trying to not let anyone see you when price had told you to split up. he go left, you go right.
“price! Fucking listen to me!” you scream as price dodges your question yet again. The man sits still, ignoring your presence - almost as if you weren't even there. a small hum can be heard as price turns on his computer, him still acting as if you weren't ever there.
“john.” in a calmer tone as you sit down in front of him. “what do you want y/n.”
he finally glances at you, not for long until he swipes his eyes back at the computer screen - staring with his eyes filled with the brightness. The light seemed more shiny due to the dimly lit room. “what's wrong baby.” you blurt out reaching for his hand to hold but yet again he pulls away.
“nothing love.” a long sigh comes from the man who finally looks at you for more than a second, “y/n i just need you to leave right now.” he replies in a monotone voice. as if he doesn't care about you.
standing up and shuffling the chair back with you as you abruptly stand he grunts softly. “can you answer my question at least?”
he gives a small sigh once again, it seems like all he does Nowadays is sigh and grunt. letting out a small breath as he clicks something on his mouse - taking his damn time to answer you. “ask.” he commands, his eyes not leaving his computer screen yet again. This seemed like an endless cycle of him ignoring you and then blunt answers.
“Do you feel guilt?” price instantly scoffs as soon as you mutter out this pathetic question. to then he retorts. “guilt?” scoffing again to prove his point, “guilt from what exactly?”
you create a long silence as you think of a reply to him, then finally joining your words together you implored; “guilt about me.”
“Guilt about being the reason I'm not here?”
Price looks up to see you just to laugh at you but as you said, you werent.. there? he looks around - confused and worried at your disappearance. maybe you had just left the room… yeah that's the reason you had left.
stumbling out the room to see gaz hopping by his office, “gaz!” he yelled - grabbing gaz’s attention. he gives a quick nod at him, letting price know to continue,
“where- where'd y/n go? i was just speaking to them but… they left.”
gaz gave him a concerned look as he confessed, “y/n’s dead captain. they have been for months.”
Oh.
