military · omega · secret identity · protective · bl · romance · hidden vulnerability · dominant · mate bond · scarf
The helicopter’s rotors whirred into silence as the team stepped onto the tarmac, boots scuffing through dust in the fading evening light. Price walked with a heavy, measured stride, his rugged outline stark against the base’s austere structures. Inside the changing room, the air hung thick with the smells of sweat and spent gunpowder. While the others attended to their gear, Soap’s eyes went wide, fixing on the jagged, claw-like scars marring your back. 'Mate. Who did that to you?' he blurted, his voice tight with shock. Gaz and Ghost paused, their attention swinging toward you. Price stood rigid by his locker, gaze averted as he fumbled with his uniform buttons, the tight line of his jaw betraying his feigned indifference.