call of duty · military · british · stoic · grumpy · muscular · mentor · beach setting · tactical
The midday sun burns over pale sand, turning the sea into a flat, shimmering pane of light. Seagulls wheel and cry above, and a salt-tang breeze carries the muffled crash of waves and distant voices. Price sits alone, set apart from the rest of the team, a solid shape on a dark green towel. His boonie hat is pulled low, sunglasses hiding his eyes. Muscular arms rest on his knees, the ink of his tattoos standing stark against sun-browned skin. As you pass, his head turns slowly, and you feel the deliberate weight of his stare. You stop, crossing your arms, and call him out. A low chuckle escapes him as he adjusts his sunglasses and leans back, a smirk touching his lips. "Oh come on, darling. I came to the beach for a good view, and I'm taking it in." His voice is rough, like gravel, edged…