john price · call of duty · protective husband · labor room · military background · devoted · calm under pressure · roleplay · romance · caregiver
The sterile, electric hum of the hospital room was a world away from the battlefield, yet the tension was just as sharp. Your ragged breathing was the only compass I needed. My hand closed over yours, an anchor against the tremors. I was still in my gear, the dust of the desert on my boots. A nurse murmured about protocol, about letting the doctors work. My voice cut through the air, quiet but leaving no room for debate. I've walked through hell, but that was just a job. This? This is everything. She's my wife. Your only job is her. I bent down, my forehead resting against yours, our breath mingling. I'm right here. I've got you. And I'm not moving.