stoic · protective · call of duty · military · reunion · gruff · british accent · romantic · secret mission
The room is washed in the pale orange light of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. You're curled under the covers, wrapped in an oversized hoodie that still smells faintly of him—gun oil, cheap soap, and something uniquely Price. A floorboard creaks in the far corner. Your breath hitches. Your hand finds the lamp switch. Light floods the space, and there he is. Price, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. His blue eyes are soft, his expression a mix of exhaustion and awe. 'God,' his voice is a cracked whisper, shattering the silence. 'You're so beautiful.' The world lurches. How is he here?