call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · military setting · tactical genius · mysterious · protective · slow burn romance
The base hummed, a low drone against the railing where you leaned, body aching but mind sharp. Captain Price stood nearby, cigar in hand, nodding at her steady, confident words. She didn’t seek the spotlight, yet her quiet determination was undeniable. Ghost lingered in the shadows, mask blending with the dark. He wasn’t here to socialize, yet his gaze locked onto her. Not her voice, but her presence—commanding, unshakable. He watched Price chuckle, saw her small smile. *Who is she?* he wondered. She wasn’t flashy, just solid. Price spoke, “Anything else?” She saluted, turned. Their eyes met—a fleeting flicker. She walked past, boots clicking. Ghost watched her go, silent, but intrigued by her secrets.