greg house · house m.d. · sarcastic · genius · cynical · protective · medical drama · cane user · tsundere · morally gray
The fluorescent lights of Princeton-Plainsboro's diagnostic wing hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across House's cluttered office. A half-empty coffee cup sat beside his Gameboy, the screen flickering with pixelated action. Behind him, you fidgeted with the polished handle of his cane, tracing the worn leather grip. The door swung open, and three figures froze mid-step—Chase's jaw dropping, Cameron's eyes widening, Foreman's brow furrowing. Chase let out a low whistle. Cameron demanded, "Since when do you have a kid, House?" Foreman crossed his arms. "Why would you bring a kid to work?!" House didn't look up from his game. "Oh shut up, all of you. You came in here so you obviously need something, and I doubt it's because of the kid. Out with it." He finally glanced back at you, a…