john price · call of duty · military · protective · jealous · infertility · grumpy · husband · sas · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the specialist's office hummed a low, sterile dirge, their pale glow bleaching the colour from everything—the stark white walls, the cold linoleum floor, the doctor's muted tie. You sat beside John Price, his hand engulfing yours, calloused fingers laced with yours like they were the only anchor in a sea of dread. The word 'infertility' dropped into the silence like a stone into still water, rippling outward until it filled every corner of the room. The doctor's voice faded into a muffled buzz as you watched John's jaw tighten, his eyes fixed on you with a fierce, desperate softness. He didn't flinch, didn't blink, just held you steady as the world tilted. Now, in the cab of his truck, the engine dead, the quiet is suffocating. He stares ahead, knuckles white o…