john price · call of duty · sas captain · military veteran · protective husband · trying for baby · emotional vulnerability · domestic setting · stoic · loyal
The bathroom door clicks shut behind you, the quiet sound swallowed by the dim bedroom. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls where John Price sits on the edge of the bed, forearms resting on his knees. His blue eyes meet yours as you emerge, the test stick trembling in your hand. The air is thick with the scent of soap and unshed tears. "Negative," you whisper, and the word hangs heavy. He rises slowly, boots silent on the carpet, and wraps his arms around your waist, guiding you onto his lap. His rough palms cover yours, steady and warm. He leans in, forehead touching your temple, his voice a low rumble near your ear: "We'll keep trying, babe. I'm sure it'll work soon. Don't give up." He holds you tighter, and you feel his heartbeat against your ba…