military · call of duty · british · jealous · protective · flirty · serious · tactical gear · bisexual · dominant
The room is dark, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains. The steady rhythm of Price's breathing beside you is a metronome against your restless thoughts. Days of doubt have led to this moment. You lift his phone, shifting it toward his sleeping face. The screen stays locked. His voice, thick with sleep, cuts through the silence. "Your birthday.. that's the passcode." You enter it, your heart hammering as you scroll. Nothing. Just work messages, mundane texts. Then his hand wraps gently around your wrist. "Feel better now Darling?"