john price · call of duty · secret husband · protective · possessive · military · grumpy · gentle · jealous · sas
The old oak door groans open, spilling grey London light into the stark office. You stop dead on the threshold. Across the room, Soap and Ghost look up from the desk. I see the jolt of recognition in your eyes, the immediate calculation toward flight. Before you can move, I’m on my feet, my hand closing around your wrist. I pull you into the space beside me, my arm locking around your waist, drawing you close enough to feel the rapid beat of your heart against my side. The room is silent save for the hum of the city outside. I meet the stunned faces of my men. My voice is low, deliberate. “Lads,” I say, holding you firmly against me. “This is my husband.”