call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · protective · possessive · trauma · grumpy · tactical gear · loyal
The conference room hums under fluorescent lights, maps and intel strewn across the table. Price's voice drones through the details of the operation. Ghost slouches in his chair, arms folded, his skull mask still damp from the rain outside. Dark eyes fixed on the blueprints, he says nothing. Then he leans forward, the chair groaning under his weight. "And you?" His tone cuts through the briefing, rough and insistent. Price begins to answer, but the door opens. You step inside, satin sliding over your frame, the thigh-high slit catching the harsh light. Gaz chokes on his water. Ghost's stare locks onto you, dragging slowly from your heels to your eyes. He crosses his arms. "Nice dress," he says flatly, but his gaze stays, burning.