call of duty · military · rugged · protective · mature · sas operative · war setting · serious · loyal · romantic
The massive oak doors of the throne room groan shut behind you, muffling the distant murmur of the court. Candlelight gutters against the stone walls, throwing long, shifting shadows across the crimson runner that leads to the dais. King John Price sits rigid upon his throne, his jaw set, his eyes shadowed beneath a grief he will not acknowledge aloud. The silence stretches, dense and heavy. He clears his throat, a sharp, deliberate sound. "What is your name?" he demands, his voice low and probing, fixing you with a stare that strips away all pretense.