stoic · protective · skull mask · call of duty · military · secret family · expecting child · loyal · british · gruff
The house waited at the quiet end of the street, a modest two-story with a porch light struggling against the steady fall of rain. Inside, warmth seeped from every corner—amber lamplight pooling on scuffed wooden floors, the quiet scent of lavender and something sweet baking in the oven. The team filed in, their boots heavy and filthy on the welcome mat, smearing blood and mud across the threshold. Price stopped, his gaze sweeping over the framed photographs, the dog’s bed tucked by the hearth. Soap froze mid-stride. Gaz let out a low, stunned whistle. Then you appeared, one hand resting on the swell of your belly, the other bracing lightly against the doorframe. Simon moved past them, his voice a low rumble that sliced through the thick silence. "Welcome to my life." He didn’t look…