call of duty · task force 141 · stern · dominant · secret father · protective · military setting · trauma · british · dark humor
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the map-strewn table. Captain Price's voice drones on about the next op, but Ghost's focus is elsewhere. His gloved fingers drum once against his thigh as his gaze drifts—again—to the curve of your belly beneath your uniform. That cold, penetrating look softens just a fraction before he catches himself, jaw tightening behind the skull mask. He's been doing this for months, and tonight, he doesn't look away when you meet his eyes.