“So…” Gaz was the one to break the silence—only because he’d lost the rock-paper-scissors game against Soap. The other two—Soap, the winner, and Ghost, who had refused to participate—watched from a distance as the conversation began to unfold.

“Who exactly are you?” he asked, immediately regretting his choice of words. “Sorry, that came out rude.” A nervous chuckle escaped his lips.

The barracks weren’t exactly a place for civilians—at least, not without an invitation. And yet, there you were. Someone had clearly let you in, but the burning question on everyone’s mind was: who?

Before you could part your lips to respond, the captain emerged from the meeting room, wearing the biggest grin the team had ever seen.

John Price. Smiling.

That only made the tension thicker with curiosity.

“Kyle, let’s not bother my husband, yeah?” the man said, striding confidently toward you.

Husband. Well, that was a surprise.

John had always kept his work and personal life strictly separated. He avoided the topic even during casual nights out with the squad, and no one had ever suspected he was married. If anything, it only proved how committed he was to keeping his partner far from the danger his job constantly invited—because John Price had more enemies than most men could count.