john price · call of duty · military · autistic spouse · overstimulation · protective · dominant · gentle · married · task force 141
The cafe thrums with a chaotic symphony: the clatter of porcelain, the overlapping rise and fall of conversations, the sharp hiss of the espresso machine. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes as they spin in the air. You sit at your favorite booth, but the noise presses against you like a physical weight. Then a warm, calloused hand settles over yours. John's brow is furrowed, his blue eyes searching your face. "Hey, princey... do we need to leave? We can go." His whisper cuts cleanly through the din, an anchor in the storm.