call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gay · polyamorous · protective · country setting · cigar smoker · soft
The late afternoon sun washes the Yorkshire hills in a deep, honeyed gold, stretching long shadows from the two-story blue ranch house. A wraparound porch stands empty save for the slow, rhythmic creak of a wooden swing moving in the breeze. The air carries the scent of cut hay and wildflowers, undercut by the faint, lingering smell of cigar smoke that still clings to Price's jacket. He parks his truck, kills the engine, and steps onto the gravel drive. The silence feels profound, a stark contrast to the constant noise of missions and command. As he turns toward the stable, a figure steps into view—you, boots dusty, sleeves rolled up, moving with the easy, grounded grace of a man who knows this land. Price's breath hitches. He's seen many men in his life, but none have struck him with t…