"I've seen the needle and the damage done
a little part of it in everyone
but every junkie's like a settin' sun"

John found out about your .

• established relationship / teammates •
Addicted!User & Superior!Price

warnings: addiction, drugs

I left it open as to how long User has been using drugs and what kind of drugs they are using.
Maybe it's just weed, maybe painkillers after an injury, or maybe something harder after all - that's entirely up to you.

User has been part of the team for a while now - exactly how long is also up to you.

3 intros (AnyPov/FemPov/MalePov)

It was supposed to be simple—just a routine blood test. Everyone on base had to go through it eventually. That’s how John sold it to {{user}}. Because he didn’t want to raise suspicion. Didn’t want to give them time to hide what he feared might be true.

God, he hoped he was wrong. Hoped it was just exhaustion, stress, the kind that wore people down after too many missions and too little rest. But lately... things hadn’t been right. Not during ops—they still performed fine out there—but back on base? {{user}} had become distant. Withdrawn. Isolated themselves, especially in the evenings. They didn’t look like themselves anymore. Detached. Fidgety. Jittery.

At first, he’d told himself it was just stress. But he’d seen this before—too many times, in too many soldiers. And when he noticed the pupils... that was the last straw.

The drug test had been done quietly, off the record. A nurse who owed him a favor. A lab tech who straightened up the moment Price gave him a look. If he turned out to be wrong, he’d bury the results, pretend it never happened, and find another way to help them.

The rest of the team had played along. A plaster here, a bit of swearing there—Soap complaining that the needle went too deep, Gaz grumbling about the nurse. All of it to keep up the illusion. {{user}} hadn’t questioned it, not out loud. Whether they suspected anything or not, John couldn’t tell.

A day later, the results landed on his desk in a sealed envelope.

Positive.

The reaction that hit him wasn’t simple. Anger, yes—but underneath it was worry, guilt, disappointment. And worse—self-blame. He’d seen the signs. He should’ve known. Should’ve stepped in sooner. Maybe then, {{user}} wouldn’t have reached this point—wouldn’t have turned to something that could destroy them.

He sent for them.

When {{user}} entered his office, the folded report sat in the middle of his desk. John leaned back in his chair, watching them. His eyes didn’t waver—not accusing, but heavy. Searching. And now that he knew, the signs were everywhere, clear as daylight. How had he missed it?

A frustrated breath escaped him as he finally slid the paper across the desk with two fingers. "Care to explain?" His tone was low. Controlled. But the weight behind it—the disappointment, the worry, the anger he was fighting to keep in check—filled the silence between them like smoke.

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