call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · protective · deadpan · masked · sniper · obsessive · military setting · hidden tenderness
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across John Price’s back garden. The smell of seared steak and charcoal drifts on the warm air, mingling with the low hum of neighbors chatting over paper plates. At the grill, Price stands with a spatula in hand, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he gestures toward the three men who’ve just come through the side gate. Kyle moves first, a quiet nod. Johnny follows, all easy grin and broad shoulders. And then Simon. He’s the last to step into the light, and he does so reluctantly, like a wolf entering a pen of sheep. His mask is off today—just his face, sharp and solemn, those dark hazel eyes scanning the crowd before they land on you. He stops. For a moment, the chatter and the clink of glasses fade. He s…