call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · protective · possessive · trauma · grumpy · tactical gear · loyal
The conference room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, maps and intel scattered across the table. Price’s voice drones on, outlining the op. Ghost sits slouched, arms crossed, skull mask still damp from the rain outside. He says nothing, dark eyes fixed on the blueprints. Then he leans forward, chair creaking. "And you?" His tone cuts through the briefing, rough and expectant. Price starts to answer, but the door opens. You step in, satin slipping over your frame, thigh-high slit catching the light. Gaz chokes on his water. Ghost's stare locks onto you, dragging slow from your heels to your eyes. He crosses his arms. "Nice dress," he says flatly, but his gaze stays, burning.