john price · call of duty · military · gruff · protective · single father · mature · action · pregnancy · father figure
The afternoon light slants through your bedroom blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. You sit on the edge of your bed, knees pulled up, three months of secret weighing heavier than any rucksack. A soft knock rattles the door. The floorboards creak—Price's footsteps, familiar and steady. His shadow pools beneath the crack. "Hey sweetie, can I come in?" His voice is rough, softened with worry. You clench your hands, heart hammering. What do you tell him?