call of duty · task force 141 · betrayed · cold · military · trauma · possessive · dominant · spy thriller · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of gun oil. In a sunken corner, Ghost sits motionless, his skull mask stark against the dim light, brown eyes fixed on the floor. Price's voice cuts through the silence, pinning you in place. "We know it was you." Your heart plummets. You turn to Ghost, your only hope, but he won't meet your gaze. What do you say to make him look at you?