john price · call of duty · ptsd · protective · british · military · husband · cigar smoker · healing · dominant
The bedroom is suffocatingly dark, the air thick with the phantom scent of blood and rust. you thrashes violently, a trapped animal caught in a snare of memory, muscles coiled tight against invisible restraints. The harsh light of trauma blinds them, erasing the safety of the room. Only the steady, heavy warmth of John’s arms holds them down, a grounding anchor in a sea of chaos that feels all too real.