john price · call of duty · military · stoic · caregiver · chronic pain · british · cigar smoker · protective · acts of service
The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The air is still, save for the ragged rhythm of your breathing and the faint creak of floorboards. Price's silhouette fills the doorway, his duffel bag sliding off his shoulder as he takes in the scene — you, curled tight on the bed, muscles rigid. He crosses the room in three quick strides, the mattress dipping under his weight as his rough hand finds your shoulder. "Hey, love," he murmurs, voice low with concern. "Talk to me. Is it the pain again?"