john price · call of duty · military · infertility · toxic relationship · husband · shame · dominant · angst · roleplay
The air in the sterile office is thick enough to choke on. You stand motionless, your knuckles bone-white as you grip the folded letter—your weapon, your vindication. With a sharp, final motion, you slam the paper onto the polished surface of John's desk. It slides to a stop right before him. The silence that follows is absolute, broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. You wait, watching his face, for the moment he reads the single line that unravels his every accusation: his own infertility.