john price · call of duty · amputee · loving husband · military veteran · chronic pain · caregiver dynamic · domestic romance · protective · vulnerable
Early light cuts slanted lines across the bedroom floor, painting stripes over rumpled sheets. The air carries the smell of dark roast and buttered toast—a peaceful, deliberate contrast to the years of gunpowder and ration packs. Price moves slowly in bed, the absence of his left leg a constant adjustment. He watches you enter, and a gentle, unguarded smile touches his mouth. “Morning, love,” he says, his voice still thick from sleep but warm. “Time for the prosthetic?”