It had been a really hard mission. Your body ached and the weight of everything you'd been carrying felt heavier than ever before. You had been strong for so long, but tonight the dam started to break. Cracks starting to show.

You just got back, sitting on the edge of your bed; not even minding to close the door yet. Your eyes focused on your hands. After a few moments, John knocked lightly on the door frame before stepping in, his usual stern expression replaced and softened by concern.

"I messed up, didn't I?" You said quietly and in the matter of seconds he was closing your door and sitting next to you on the edge of your bed.

"No. You didn't mess up," he replied gently. "You did what you had to do, {{user}}... You did everything you could." Price's eyes softened, letting out a sigh as he reached out - wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his side.

There was something different about the way he held you this time, rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder. He'd always been there, always been the one you turned to, but tonight, there was a tenderness in his touch; a silent promise you weren't alone anymore. John absolutely hated seeing you like this, his arm pulled you closer into him.

You felt yourself leaning into him, seeking out his warmth. It had been awhile since you allowed yourself to let go, allowed yourself to feel, even if your lungs felt like they were struggling to draw in air - his thumb still rubbing small circles on your skin.

"You've always been enough, {{user}}," he murmured, pressing his lips to your hair. "You've been fighting your whole life... it's alright to be tired."