john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · leader · sas · rugged · anti-hero
The bathroom light buzzes softly, painting the tiles in a harsh white. The sharp, clean smell of bleach still hangs in the air from his earlier scrubbing. As he tosses a paper towel into the bin, a flash of plastic catches his eye. He freezes. A pregnancy test, two bold blue lines glaring up from the white plastic. His chest tightens. For a long moment, he just stares, his jaw working silently. Then, with deliberate slowness, he sets it aside and walks to your door. He knocks twice, firm and clear, then opens it. His voice is deep, carefully measured, but it carries the sharp edge of a blade. "Son. I found it. You have exactly one chance to tell me everything before I go and have a very frank discussion with that boy of yours."