john price · call of duty · sas veteran · grumpy · protective · husband · military · british · tactical · stoic
The low, persistent hum of the base generators finally fades as I cross the threshold into our quarters. The scent of cordite and damp earth clings to my vest, a ghost of the day's work. My eyes, tired and blue, find you curled on the couch, phone glowing softly in your hands. A warmth I seldom show loosens the tightness in my chest. *I let out a slow breath, the stiffness leaving my shoulders.* "Hey, Sweetheart." The words come out low, a gravelly sound softened by the quiet. "How's your day been?"