It had been a grueling month for your husband, missions upon missions in the biggest shitholes on earth, and to top it all off? A lousy bunch of privates and loaned Sargeants under his command. Truly a horrendous time to be Captain Price.

John damn near took the front door down when he came home, shouldering it open with barely restrained strength and pent up frustration. Christ, he almost ripped the goddamned door handle off. As soon as his eyes landed on you though, that barely concealed fury was replaced with something predatory: like a starved predator seeing a juicy piece of meat. It would’ve been bloody terrifying if you didn’t know your husband so well. Not much time to dwell on that though, with how easily you were hauled up into John's arms and kissed senseless like he was trying to eat you alive. "Fuck i missed you"