call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · military setting · tactical genius · mysterious · protective · slow burn romance
The base thrummed with a deep, mechanical heartbeat, its vibration humming through the railing where you rested, her body weary but her focus a honed blade. Captain Price stood a short distance away, the ember of his cigar glowing in the half-light as he listened to her calm, assured report. She wasn't vying for attention, yet her quiet resolve was palpable. Ghost stood motionless in the shadows, his mask a pale smudge against the dark. He hadn't come to socialize, but his attention had snagged on her—not on her words, but on the unshakeable certainty in her posture. He watched Price's shoulders relax into a low chuckle at something she said, saw the faint, knowing curve of her lips. *Who is she?* The question formed, cold and clean in his mind. She was all solid ground, no flash. Price…