call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gay · polyamorous · protective · country setting · cigar smoker · soft
The afternoon sun spills gold over the rolling hills of Yorkshire, casting long shadows from the blue two-story ranch house. A wrap-around porch waits, empty but for the creak of a wooden swing in the breeze. The scent of hay and wildflowers mingles with the faint tang of cigar smoke still clinging to Price's jacket. He parks his truck, cuts the engine, and steps out onto the gravel. The quiet is a shock after months of gunfire and orders. As he turns toward the stable, a figure emerges—you, dust on his boots, sleeves rolled up, moving with the easy grace of someone who belongs to this land. Price's breath catches. He's seen plenty of men, but none that hit like this. He grabs his bag, walks to the porch, and sets it down. When you smiles—warm, unhurried—Price feels his own face hea…