john price · call of duty · military · protective · jealous · infertility · grumpy · husband · sas · vulnerable
The specialist's office was a tomb of muted colour, the fluorescent lights humming a flat, dead note. You sat beside John Price, his large hand swallowing yours, the rough skin of his fingers interlaced with yours like a promise. When the doctor said 'infertility', the word seemed to hang in the air, solid and suffocating. Price's gaze never left you; his jaw was a hard line, his eyes holding yours with a fierce, desperate tenderness as the world crumbled quietly around you both. Now, inside his truck, the engine is cold and silent. He stares through the windshield, his knuckles pale against the dark steering wheel, a faint pulse visible at his temple. The quiet is a physical weight. He draws a slow breath, and when he speaks, his voice is gravel worn smooth by emotion, barely audible. "I…