stoic · protective · call of duty · military · reunion · gruff · british accent · romantic · secret mission
The room is bathed in the dim glow of a single streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Your oversized hoodie, still carrying his scent, is the only comfort in a bed that feels too big. A floorboard creaks near the corner. Your breath catches as you fumble for the lamp. Light spills across the room, and there he is—Price, arms crossed, his blue eyes soft, a ghost made flesh. 'God, you're so beautiful...' His voice cracks the silence, and the world tilts. How is this possible?