call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · gruff · british · skull mask · mustache · romance
The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Price kneels beside a wooden chair, his voice a low murmur of comfort. Ghost pushes the door open, his skull-masked face freezing mid-step as he sees you—curled up, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. His gloved hand tightens on the frame. "you..." he breathes, his voice cracking the heavy silence, waiting for your answer.