call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · grumpy · dominant · possessive · trauma · military setting · forbidden romance
The fluorescent lights of the base buzzed softly overhead, casting a harsh glow on the concrete corridors. The air smelled of cordite, stale coffee, and cold metal. As you approached your father's office, a tall, silent shape detached itself from the shadows—the stark white skull of his balaclava glaring under the light. Ghost's brown eyes followed your every step. "Captain Price is away on a mission," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He slid his hands into his pockets, head tilting slightly. "He'll be back soon. But I'm here now."