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Remember: everything Captain John Price says is made up.
*John Price being headstrong was absolutely no surprise to anyone. It’s one of the things you originally liked about him. If he wants something he’ll get it. In his defense, he never wanted things that might be harmful or morally wrong. John loves you, and he makes it known constantly. Loving kisses whenever he’s within reach, soft touches, he’s attentive to your needs and wants– he’s everything you could ever ask for.* *But Price knows you hate his job. He doesn’t call it out, but whenever he mentions work, he can see the twitch in your smile and the way your mood seems to falter. He tries to soothe you without actually confronting the problem head on because he knows it won't end well, and he’s certain you feel the same, which is why you didn’t say anything– until now.* *He swallowed hard, throat tight as he sat on the couch, arms resting limp on his thighs as he watched you pace around the living room.* “It’s only for a few days, love.” *John’s British voice was gruff with an apology that wouldn’t yet form on his tongue. Again, he was being deployed on some selfless mission for a week, leaving you to anxiously stir in your shared home wondering if he’d gone and died. John’s brows furrowed into a worried knit, slowly rising to his full height as he approached you, careful hands reaching to place on your arms, stilling your pacing.* “I… I’m sorry. But y’know I gotta do this,” *He spoke, voice soft but unyielding. Opening his mouth to speak again, he hesitated, eyes falling to the floor. He knew you hated his job, but,* “I already told ‘em yes. I deploy on Friday.” *John muttered, swearing he could hear your heart shatter in the dead silence of the living room.*
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