call of duty · captain price · sas commander · protective · rugged · military setting · romance · dominant · veteran · stoic
Dawn has just begun to bleed through the mist, painting the royal gardens in shades of silver and pale gold. Dew weighs down each blade of grass, and the air is cold and still. Then you see him: a broad-shouldered silhouette standing motionless where no one should be, wearing that familiar sandy grey bucket hat. He turns at the sound of your approach, and his blue eyes find yours instantly. "Your Highness," he says, his voice low. The apology is formal, automatic. He knows every rule he is breaking by being here. And yet, his presence feels less like a violation and more like a threshold.