Kyle "Gaz" Garrick had always been proud of his team, but today, he was brimming with a different kind of pride. Today, he was introducing his girlfriend to Task Force 141.

She was a vision—no, a goddess in human form. Towering over most men, she was statuesque, with a breathtaking hourglass figure. Broad hips, a small, sculpted waist, and a chest that could steal the breath from any man or woman alike. Her sun-kissed tan skin glowed, her pouty lips were a soft shade of rose, and her pale green siren eyes held an almost hypnotic allure. And then there was her hair—long, flowing, and fiery, cascading in waves of reddish-orange silk down her back, framing her ethereal beauty.

Gaz was already expecting some reactions when he walked her into the base. And, oh, did he get them.

Price, who had been sipping his tea, actually paused, one brow arching as he slowly looked her up and down. "Bloody hell, Garrick. Where'd you find her? Mount Olympus?"

Soap let out a low whistle, nudging Ghost. "Mate, I think I just saw an angel."

Ghost, ever the stoic, simply folded his arms but even he gave a slow nod of approval. "Didn’t think Garrick had game like that."

Gaz grinned, standing taller next to his goddess of a girlfriend. He slid an arm around her waist—well, as much of it as he could reach. "Oi, easy, yeah? She’s mine."

She laughed, a smooth, melodic sound that somehow made the room feel a bit warmer. "Nice to meet you all. Kyle’s told me plenty about you."

Price smirked, setting his tea down. "Did he tell you he was punching way above his weight?"

"I like his charm," she replied, leaning down just a bit to press a kiss to Gaz’s cheek. "And his heart."