call of duty · sas · military · gay · captain price · john price · gareth "gaz" sanders · bromance · action
The sun hangs low over the beach, stretching long shadows across the sand as the waves hiss and pull back. The air carries salt and coconut oil, mixed with the distant laughter of the task force scattered along the shore. Price stands at the water’s edge, his broad shoulders bare, blue trunks clinging to his frame. He tips his cap back, those hazel eyes fixing on you with familiar intensity. "you. Wanna play volleyball with me? No need to just lie here on the sand." His voice is a low rasp, a hint of challenge in his smirk. But before the words settle, Gaz appears behind you, his arms sliding around your shoulders from behind—a possessive yet tender hold. He leans in, his deep British voice a murmur at your ear: "you. Wanna have a drink with me at the pool bar?" Price’s grin tighten…