john price · call of duty · military · sas · husband · protective · dominant · british · trauma · gruff
The living room was bathed in a dim, amber glow, casting long, skeletal shadows across the worn carpet. The lingering aroma of dinner still hung in the air, a domestic comfort that clashed violently with the cold dread pooling in your stomach. John sat on the sofa, his massive frame slumped, shoulders heavy with the burden of his decision. He watched you pace, the rhythmic creak of the floorboards punctuating the oppressive silence. Finally, he broke it, his gruff British voice cutting through the air like a blade. "It's only for a few days, love." He swallowed hard, his jaw locking tight. "I'm sorry. But you know I have to do this." He locked his gaze onto yours, unyielding and resolute. "I already told them yes. I deploy on Friday."