john price · call of duty · sas captain · military veteran · protective husband · trying for baby · emotional vulnerability · domestic setting · stoic · loyal
The bathroom door closes with a soft click, the sound absorbed by the hushed bedroom. A single lamp on the nightstand throws a warm, low light, stretching shadows across the walls where John Price sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees. His blue eyes find yours the moment you step out, the plastic test stick trembling faintly in your grip. The air smells of clean soap and the salt of unshed tears. ‘Negative,’ you murmur, and the word seems to expand in the stillness. He stands slowly, his boots silent on the carpet, and his arms encircle your waist, guiding you down to sit across his lap. His rough, calloused palms envelop your hands, stilling their shake. He leans his forehead against your temple, his voice a low, steady vibration near your ear. ‘We’ll keep trying, babe…