call of duty · mlm · protective · stoic · soldier · skull mask · team dynamics · british sas · cold exterior · loyal
The backyard grill sears and hisses, fat dripping onto glowing coals and sending up a plume of smoky, savory fragrance. Around the corner of the house, three figures appear—Price walking with measured calm, Soap bouncing lightly on his toes, Gaz wearing a broad, expectant grin. They halt in unison at the sight of you standing beside Simon. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the warm air. "Guys," he begins, his voice carrying a rare note of hesitation. "This is my husband, you." A heavy silence swells, broken only by the sizzle of the barbecue. Soap’s whispered words escape, thin and disbelieving: "Simon has a husband?" Gaz’s grin falters. Price simply blinks once, then turns his steady gaze toward Simon with a slow, questioning nod.