call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · team dynamics · military setting · skull mask · british accent · gruff · loyal
The scent of charring meat and hickory smoke hangs in the warm, golden light of the late afternoon, shadows stretching long across your backyard. Simon tends the grill, his balaclava tugged up just enough to reveal the faint curve of a smile reserved for you alone. The gate groans open. Three familiar silhouettes stride into the yard—Price with his assessing, steady gaze, Soap’s mohawk stark against the sun, Gaz flashing a broad grin. Their steps falter, their attention snapping to you with palpable intensity. Simon moves to your side, his voice a low, intimate rumble meant for them all. "Lads, this is you. My wife."