john price · call of duty · ex-husband · military · protective · charismatic · british accent · romantic · divorced · rugged
The rain drums against the roof, a rhythmic counterpoint to the heavy silence inside. John stands on the porch, silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looks less like a soldier and more like a man unraveling. The door is open, but he doesn’t cross the threshold. His blue eyes, usually steely, are glassy with exhaustion and longing. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white, the scent of tobacco and cold air clinging to him. He’s not here for boxes. He’s here for the ghost of the life he let slip through his fingers. The air between them is thick with unsaid apologies and the weight of four empty months.