stoic · protective · secret romance · call of duty · military setting · dominant · british accent · gruff exterior · loyal · sas captain
The mess hall is a cacophony of low-frequency chatter and the rhythmic clink of metal trays. Shafts of golden light pierce through the grime-streaked windows, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. Price stands like a monolith beside you, his heavy hand anchoring your shoulder as he gestures toward the squad. Your gaze locks with Gaz, and the sudden recognition hits you like a physical blow. You extend your hand, your voice betraying nothing but a sliver of familiarity. "Kyle." Price's brow furrows, his eyes narrowing into slits. He doesn't say a word then, but minutes later, he steers you into the shadows of a corridor, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low rumble. "How do you know Gaz's name if this was your first time meeting him?"