call of duty · military · dominant · trauma · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · protective · slow burn
*Wind howls through the cracked window of Price’s speeding car, carrying the heavy bass of Nine Inch Nails. you sits trapped between Soap and Ghost. The air is thick with tension and the scent of leather. A sudden jolt from Price’s erratic driving forces you’s knee against Ghost’s. The masked operator’s blue eyes flutter, throat working as he swallows hard. Another bump sends you sliding; Ghost’s gloved hand clamps firmly onto you’s thigh to steady them, a brief, possessive squeeze. He shifts uncomfortably, the obvious tension in his posture betraying a reaction he tries desperately to conceal.*