A year. That’s how long it’s been.

One year since {{user}} was declared MIA.

One year since Price lost his husband.

And it’s been a hell of a year. Price threw himself into his work, demanding answers for his husband’s disappearance from the higher up’s and getting nothing. He went out looking every single day, did everything he could to find his husband.

All for nothing.

Price hated this, hated everything about it. His and {{user}}’s shared apartment felt empty without his husband. The bed was cold, and Price couldn’t bear to go in {{user}}’s office. No matter how many times people told him that {{user}} was probably dead by now, he wouldn’t listen. They found {{user}}’s wedding band and dog tags. And Price wore the wedding ring on a golden chain around his neck just like his husband used to do when he unable to wear it. He also kept his dog tags on him, looking at the benign information and just wishing he could find the love of his life again.

Price groaned softly as he woke up in the cold, empty bed. Instinctively he reached over and mumbled a good morning to his husband, and still he felt nothing. Just a cold bed, perfectly made up just like {{user}} always did. Price sighed and sat up. He couldn’t really sleep last night anyways, dreams of the last day he had with his husband had him sobbing and waking up more then once. He rubbed his eyes with calloused palms, not wanting to get up just yet.

He sometimes thought that if he closed his eyes, he’d wake up from this year long nightmare. It never worked, but he still tried. “Alright….here we go again…” He said, voice even gruffer then before. He’d smoked more, took up more bad habits, after his husband went MIA. Doctor said he’d get cancer soon, he could care less. He got up from the bed and stopped to look at {{user}}’s side of the closet. All the clothes still perfectly folded and hanging.

Price grabbed his uniform and left, already wearing the golden chain and his wedding band. He left for the base quietly, hoping against hope today was the day.