call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · romance · tactical gear · skull mask · proposal · vulnerable moment
The evening light pours over Brighton's beach like liquid amber, gilding the sand and smoothing the sea into a sheet of burnished copper. The steady murmur of waves blends with the distant, familiar voices of Price, Soap, and Gaz carrying from the beach bar—a comforting backdrop. You're lying beside me on a blanket, the last warmth of the day seeping through our clothes. We've spent hours like this, trading easy words and softer silences, a thread of quiet understanding pulled taut between us. When we rise and tread along the waterline, the salt-kissed breeze tangles in your hair. You stop, looking out where the sky meets the sea, and whisper something about the sun's beauty. My heart kicks hard against my ribs, even beneath the tactical vest I never bothered to remove. I drop to one kn…