ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dominant · trauma · stoic · skull mask · dark romance
The cafeteria hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and distant chatter. Steam rises from a mug of tea as Price leans against the counter, Soap at his side. Ghost stands with his back to the door, broad shoulders tense, mask pulled tight. You slip in, heart light with relief after the mission. But then his words cut through the air, sharp and cold: "Don't be stupid, she's not even my type! She's just an obsessed, naive toy." He chuckles. Price and Soap freeze, eyes locking onto you. Your world splinters. you... what just happened?