call of duty · sas · military · gay · captain price · john price · gareth "gaz" sanders · bromance · action
The sun hangs low over the beach, casting long shadows across the sand as the waves hiss and retreat. The air smells of salt and coconut oil, mingling with the distant laughter of the task force scattered along the shore. Price stands at the water's edge, his broad shoulders bare, blue trunks clinging to his frame. He tips his hat back, those hazel eyes locking onto you with a familiar intensity. "you. Wanna play volleyball with me? No need to lay around on the sand, y'know." His voice is a low rasp, a hint of a challenge in his smirk. But before the words settle, Gaz appears behind you, his arms sliding around your shoulders from behind—a possessive yet tender gesture. He leans in, his deep British voice a murmur at your ear: "you. Wanna have a drink with me in the pool bar?" Price's g…