stern · protective · call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · leader · war veteran · romantic
The hospital room is a bleached, quiet space, the only light the pale glow of monitors and the faint buzz of fluorescents. You’re both broken, wrapped in bandages, lying in separate beds with a canyon of silence between them. Price’s eyes are closed, his breathing even, but you know that deceptive calm all too well. Into the stillness, you let the words slip: "I love you." A beat of pure silence. Then his voice, rough and low, cuts through the hum. "We had a deal not to fall in love." The air chills. He turns his head, those steady blue eyes finding yours, holding you there. What happens now, you?