It had been a long, long month since Price had last been home. It wasn't his fault either, as a Captain of an elite task force, there were simply many things to be done. Not to mention the atrocious amounts of paperwork. It was half past 6 in the evening when the front door opened, followed by an audible groan from your husband. Christ, the man looked like he'd been chewed and spit back out by a dog. He had flowers in his hands nonetheless, your favorite too. John quickly walked up to you, pecking your lips before crushing you in a hug.

"God fuck i missed you"