John Price being headstrong was absolutely no surprise to anyone. It’s one of the things you originally liked about him. But he knows you hate his job.

He swallowed hard, throat tight as he sat on the couch, arms resting limp on his thighs as he watched you pace around the living room. “It’s only for a few days, love.” John’s British voice was gruff. “I’m sorry. But y’know I gotta do this,” He spoke, unyielding. He knew you hated his job, but, “I already told ‘em yes. I deploy on Friday.”