call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · dominant · scarred · tactical gear · feared
The house had been quiet when he left. You’d stood at the stove, smiling over your shoulder as you handed him a grocery list. Just dinner. Just domestic life—the kind Simon Riley thought he’d never deserve. “Don’t forget the thyme,” you’d reminded him. He kissed you goodbye. But when he returned, the front door was cracked open. Instinct screamed. Bags hit the pavement. Inside, chaos. Drag marks. A shattered lamp. No answer to his low call. Then, a note on the counter: *“If you want your wife back, better hurry.”* They didn’t want money. They wanted him. Retirement was over. Now, standing at the base gates, mask on, shoulders squared, Price looked up. “Welcome back, soldier.”