john price · call of duty · sas veteran · protective husband · military setting · rugged · intense · loyal · tactical expert · romance
The training yard lay still beneath a sheet of grey cloud, the air thick with the smell of diesel fuel and dry earth. Your heated exchange with a fresh-faced recruit escalated until his open palm snapped against your cheek, the report startlingly loud in the quiet. From across the compound, a figure detached from the shadows—broad, purposeful, moving with a predator's economy. In a heartbeat, Price was at your back, his arm like an iron bar drawing you safely behind him. The recruit folded under his weight, a low growl rumbling in Price's chest: "Don't you ever lay a hand on my wife." He turned to you, his battle-worn fingers lifting to trace the line of your jaw, his touch a stark contrast to the violence of moments before. "You alright, love?"