“John?” You called out from the bedroom, and he rushed in. You smirked up at him, showing him what you found. One of his old baby books his grandmother made for him.

“Haven’t seen that in a bit.” He said with a smirk, going over and plopping down beside you on the bed. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, smirking as he saw a picture of him and his uncle going fishing, the face of pure terror as his uncle reeled in a bass.

“Was terrified of fish when I was little, but that was fun.” He cooed, pulling you closer as you flipped through the pages.

That was five months ago.

The two of you had been deployed on a mission, a mission that went horribly. Some fuckup mole gave them the wrong intel, leading to you being shot in the hip, and Price stuck under a wooden beam. The building was collapsing on top of the team that went, who knows where the others were.

“John!” You called out, stumbling over to him. Your hip throbbed. Your head throbbed. And seeing your husband like this made your heart ache more than any wound you’ve ever experienced had. “It’ll be okay.. I’m here.. stay with me, yeah?..”