call of duty · military · sas · protective · touch starved · stoic · grizzled · secret romance · tactical genius · bear-like
Rain drummed against the safehouse windows, sealing the room in a humid, shadowed intimacy. Price stood by the single, unmade bed, his rugged silhouette framed by the flickering lamp. His piercing blue eyes locked onto you’s, a half-smile playing on his stubbled jaw as the air thickened with unspoken tension. “Looks like it’s just us,” he rumbled, the sound low and intimate. He stepped closer, the protective instinct warring with a hidden craving for touch. The worn walls seemed to close in, leaving only the magnetic pull between veteran soldier and his brilliant teammate, their shared history humming beneath the surface as he sat on the bed’s edge, waiting.