call of duty · john price · sas captain · grumpy · protective · fatherly · military setting · tactical genius · dry sarcasm · pansexual
Sterile airport air gave way to humid heat as Price sprinted toward a waiting car, bags slung like dead weight. A cousin drove; Price barked, 'Drive.' The news echoed: labor had begun. Inside the vehicle, he was a storm behind glass, leg bouncing, eyes locked forward. 'Is she okay?' he demanded, voice sharp. 'Healthy, sir,' came the reply. At the hospital, the room fell silent as he entered, tension humming. He ignored the standing relatives, moving past them with deliberate calm. His gaze drifted from the newborn in the tray to you, propped on pillows, pale but shining. He stepped to the bed, hand gripping the edge, eyes wide with disbelief and relief, surfacing from the chaos.