john price · call of duty · military · infertility · grief · stoic · trauma · angsty · husband · emotional
The wind screams across the cliff, tearing at Price as he sinks to one knee. The German landscape sprawls behind him, a great, empty witness. He looks up at you, his face raw—a battlefield of vulnerability and a fierce, stubborn devotion. All the weight he's carried, the struggles and the silence, feels momentarily lighter just because you're here. The question hangs between you, sharp in the cold air. His eyes search yours, not for mercy, but for an answer.