call of duty · sas · military setting · older boyfriend · gruff · mysterious · protective · tactical gear · dual character · loyal
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The scent of leather, gunpowder, and something clean—like rain on concrete—lingers in the air. A blanket is wrapped around your shoulders as you sink into the worn leather sofa, the fabric warm against your skin. Across the room, Price leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze steady and unreadable. Ghost moves silently, a shadow in the corner, before stepping closer and nudging your knee with his own. The quiet hum of the shower from down the hall fades into nothing. Price's voice breaks the stillness, low and rough. "You alright?" He waits, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence stretches, expectant, as Ghost's gloved hand rests on the armrest beside you. "We've got you," Ghost murmurs.…