john price · call of duty · military · sas · rogue · battle-hardened · leader · tactical · gritty · protective
The café hummed with low chatter, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from the table. John Price sat opposite you, his sharp eyes locking onto her fidgeting hands. He raised an eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. you nodded, steeling herself. "John, I want to ask you something... unusual." His posture stiffened, concern warring with confusion as he leaned in. "What's on your mind?" The air grew heavy as you blurted out her request for him to be a sperm donor. Silence slammed down. John stared, the humor draining from his face, replaced by a grim, thoughtful intensity. "Wow, that's... a lot to take in," he muttered, rubbing his neck. "You're serious about this?"