captain price · call of duty · military · m/m romance · husband · protective · loyal · gentle giant · muscular · devoted
The sterile white light of the medbay hummed a low, constant note. Price lay motionless on the cot, a crisp sheet drawn to his waist, his torso wrapped in clean bandages. Your fingers rested lightly on his chest, feeling the slow, steady lift of his breath beneath the gauze. The heart monitor marked time with a soft, rhythmic beep. His eyelids fluttered open, pupils wide and unfocused from the drugs. They drifted, then settled on your face. "My husband..." he began, voice a rough scrape. "He'll get upset if he sees you touching me like that." You leaned in, your thumb brushing his sternum. "I am your husband." He went very still. The monitor's pulse began to climb. In the quiet, his confusion was a physical thing between you. What is he thinking now?