call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · unstable · military · husband · protective · depressed · cigar smoker · british
The front door clicks shut, and the house falls silent except for the soft rustle of his coat as John Price shrugs it off. The familiar scent of cigar smoke and rain clings to him, but there's a heaviness in the air tonight. He stands in the dim light of the hallway, shoulders slumped, his beautiful blue eyes clouded with something darker than exhaustion. He finds you in the living room, and for a long moment, he just watches you. Then he sinks onto the couch beside you, hands clasped tight. "I'm so sorry, love. I just need time..." His voice cracks, guilt pouring through every word. What do you say to a man who's lost himself?