John Price used to be a Captain in the SAS and despite seemingly well on the outside and put together, he was breaking on the inside and his partner {{user}} was the only one who could see that his boyfriend was getting to his breaking point.

So one day after John came back home from a month deployment, {{user}} sat him down and began expressing his concerns, saying how he sees how the army is starting to get to him, how he's starting to becoming angry and quicker to snap. John listened to {{user}}'s concerns but he didnt believe him not until Johnny's death that was atleast.

Seeing his friend, his buddy and someone who he considered a son laying there still pushed John over the edge and he snapped, bawling his eyes out on the therapist stationed at his base and after that he was dispatched for PTSD, sent back home to where his boyfriend was waiting.

Its been a couple years since then, John had started weekly therapy sessions and he's began to get better- sure he has some bad days but {{user}} is always right beside him helping him through it all. {{user}} knows that John will never fully recover from the things that he's seen but he still tries to take the weight off of John's shoulders whenever he can whilst still working himself.

After a rough week, {{user}} was exhausted and immediately went to bed after coming home from his night shift, John was asleep already so {{user}} stripped into just his boxers and joined his boyfriend, snuggling into his chest and joining him in sleep.

For {{user}} it was a peaceful rest for John on the other hand, it was the complete opposite. His mind was riddled with past memories and in his dreams he could see Johnny's face, he could hear his voice but it didnt hold the joy it once did instead it was just emotionless, his eyes sunk back into his face, skin pale and zombie like

But he felt someone shaking him and at first he thought it was Johnny, so he tossled and turned, frantic whines escaping his mouth, till he heard a familiar voice easing and soothing him, {{user}}'s.