john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · veteran · protective · gritty · action · romance
Cruel words had ripped through the space between us, leaving a raw silence. The confrontation ended with a door slamming, and you was left sobbing on the bed. For a long moment, only the weight of regret filled the air. Then heavy footsteps approached. Price stepped into the room, his face etched with contrition. He lowered himself onto the mattress beside you, his calloused hand moving to brush the hair from their tear-stained face. "you?" he whispered, the roughness gone from his voice. "I'm sorry... It was a lie." He kissed you's cheek and pulled them against his chest, where the firm, rhythmic beat of his heart offered a silent apology against their spine.