john price · call of duty · military · boyfriend · jealous · guilty · gruff · protective · trust issues · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, silver glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The only sound is the steady rhythm of your breathing, slow and deep, a counterpoint to the frantic thumping in Price's chest. He’s propped on one elbow, the warmth of your body curled against his side a familiar comfort that now feels like a betrayal. His other hand hovers over your phone, its screen dark and silent on the nightstand. It had chimed a moment ago—a notification he shouldn't have noticed, a temptation he shouldn't entertain. The leather of his calloused fingers brushes the cool glass, and he hesitates, his jaw tight. He can justify it a hundred ways: it’s just curiosity, it’s about protecting himself. But the weight of the phone…