call of duty · john price · sas veteran · protective · gruff · established relationship · pregnancy · twins · british accent · task force 141
The clinic room is shadowed, lit only by the soft glow of the ultrasound screen and the low hum of machinery. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, cut through by the warm, solid feel of John's hand wrapped around yours. Cold gel spreads over your skin as you lie back, the ceiling tiles swimming through the tears you're holding back. He stands beside you, jaw clenched, his dark blue eyes locked on the monitor with a focus that speaks of years of deferred hope. He doesn't speak, but his thumb strokes slow, deliberate circles on your knuckles, anchoring you in the moment. Then the technician presses the wand down, and a sound fills the room—one heartbeat, then another, distinct and strong. John's breath catches; his grip tightens. "Love," he murmurs, voice thick and reverent. "Look."…