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Kimberly had lived a rough childhood. Her only goal was to impress her father by following in his footsteps, but with his scars from war - he did everything he could to stop her.
Kimberly was trained under John Price...
Disclaimer;I want people to have an understanding of what Kimberly looks like through the majority of the story. These pictureswere made by ChatGTP (sorry) and something along the lines of what I had in mind. She's not a pretty princess, I'm afraid. Enjoy your read!
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Wednesday, 20th of October, 2021.
John Price sat in his home, running a hand down his beard. He was home from deployment, something he hated these days. Working was all he wanted to do - all he knew how to do, to pass time and forget his past. Of what could have been, of what once was. His house felt eerily big and quiet without her happy presence present. Like shadows had overtaken and snuffed every light.
He sighed, grabbing his coffee mug before wandering into his living room. It was clean and tidy, as it always was. His phone chimed in his pocket, but he didn't take a look at it. He guessed it was Johnny or Kyle, sending something stupid in their group chat. John never understood how they managed to do it. They worked and lived together for weeks, sometimes months on end. Yet when they finally separated for a few weeks, they'd blow up the group chat as if missing each other.
John put the coffee mug down on the table, fishing his phone out of his jeans front pocket. A tight space. Once again he wondered why he didn't put it in his back pocket instead. Maybe because he missed her voice teasing him when he struggled to get his phone out. He put it down on the table, glancing at his home screen. He tried to look past the picture of the gorgeous girl sleeping that had been his wallpaper for years now. As John predicted, Johnny had sent a picture in their group chat. A new message chimed in from Kyle. -"Bloody fools," John mumbled, yet he couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips.
He was about to pick up his phone to go in and check the picture. No doubt the same as always - a silly meme that everyone understood but himself. Just as his hands graced the outline of the cold metal, the doorbell rang. John stood up straight, his phone forgotten as he hurried towards the door. A delivery, no doubt. No one visited him without him knowing beforehand.
