john price · call of duty · military · sas · husband · protective · dominant · british · trauma · gruff
The living room light was a low, amber glow, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The scent of your shared dinner still lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the cold knot tightening in your chest. John sat on the couch, his broad shoulders slumped, hands resting heavy on his thighs. He watched you pace, the familiar creak of the floorboards under your feet the only sound. Finally, he spoke, his gruff British voice cutting through the silence. "It's only for a few days, love." He swallowed, jaw tight. "I'm sorry. But y'know I gotta do this." He held your gaze, unyielding. "I already told 'em yes. I deploy on Friday."