john price · call of duty · ex-husband · military · protective · charismatic · british accent · romantic · divorced · rugged
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the roof, a stark contrast to the heavy silence clinging to the inside of the house. John stands on the porch, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light bleeding past the doorway, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looks less like a soldier and more like a man coming undone at the seams. The door is open, an invitation he hasn't yet accepted. His blue eyes, usually hard as flint, are glassy with exhaustion and a longing that has worn him thin. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white against the painted wood, the scent of cold night air and old tobacco clinging to his clothes. He isn't 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 every apology he never voiced and the cr…