john price · call of duty · military · cheating husband · regret · tall · muscular · marriage drama · cold detachment · revenge
The dining room feels like a vault, sealed shut by the glare of a single overhead lamp. John Price sits across from you, his soldier's frame held too rigid in the chair. Seven years of marriage have worn down to this: a silence so complete it hums in his ears. He watches you lift a fork, the motion careful and quiet, and misses the annoying, bubbling chatter that used to fill this space. The air is dense with the ghost of his betrayal. He leans forward slightly, the wood of the table creaking under his weight, and his voice, rough with a hope he doesn't deserve, cuts through the stillness. "How was your day, love?"