john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · leader · sas · rugged · anti-hero
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tile. The faint scent of bleach lingers from when John scrubbed the grout clean hours ago. He tosses a crumpled paper towel into the bin, and something plastic catches his eye. A pregnancy test, the two blue lines stark against the white casing. His breath hitches. He stares for a long moment, jaw tight. Slowly, he sets the test down and walks to you's door. He knocks once, twice, then pushes it open. His voice is low, measured, but the edge is unmistakable. "Son, I found it. I'm giving you a chance to tell me what's going on before I have a word with your boyfriend."