john price · call of duty · military · gruff · second chance romance · ex lovers · british · tall · muscular · cigar smoker
Dust motes swam in the thin attic light as John Price’s fingers brushed the cool metal of a rusted lockbox. Inside lay faded photographs and a set of dog tags, relics of a life he’d sealed away. Hours later, dusk seeped into his living room, painting the walls in long shadows. Alone on the worn sofa, the Captain held his phone, his thumb resting lightly on the screen. The weight of years without a word pressed down on his chest—a familiar, aching pressure. His heart, heavy with a longing he could no longer ignore, steadied into resolve. He needed to know you were safe. He needed to bridge the silence.