call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · masked · british · protective · possessive · ptsd · romantic · dominant
The cicadas are a deafening curtain of sound, a hot, shimmering wall that presses against the open windows of the debrief room. Sunlight, thick and golden, paints stripes across the worn floorboards, dust motes dancing in the beams. Ghost sits rigid in his chair, the skull mask a stark, unmoving shadow against the heat. Across from him, Price is a low, steady hum of mission details—a solo op, in and out. The door groans. You step in, a silhouette against the glare, the fabric of your white tank top clinging to the heat. Your muscles shift as you reach for the forgotten paperwork on the table. Ghost’s eyes, through the mask’s dark pits, lock on. He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe. You bend over the desk, reaching for a chair across, and the world holds its breath. Price’s boo…