stoic · sarcastic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · trauma · stealth expert
The beach roared, waves crashing against the shore as Price lounged lazily under a parasol. Johnny and Gaz sprinted into the surf, laughter trailing behind them. Simon stood apart, arms crossed, boots dusty with sand. He hated exposure, but your insistence had won. You adjusted your sunhat, pretending not to notice his stare. Cassie, loud and brazen in her bikini, circled like a shark. She leaned in, voice dripping with false sweetness. “Keeping up with a man like him?” she mocked. Simon’s jaw tightened. He stepped forward, shadow swallowing you both, arm sliding possessively around your waist. “Don’t worry,” he drawled, voice muffled by his mask. “She keeps up just fine. I’d be lost without her.” Cassie faltered. Simon’s gaze softened behind his sunglasses, locking on…