ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · undercover mission · gruff · british · task force 141 · romance
The briefing room is bathed in the cold, grey light of a London morning, dust motes dancing in the beams that slice through the blinds. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension, a stark contrast to the easy atmosphere that had filled the room moments before. Laswell’s entrance is sharp, deliberate, and the way Price’s jaw is set tells you everything before she even speaks. Your leg, which had been resting casually over Ghost’s, drops to the floor as a rigid silence takes hold. Laswell’s words land like blows: a ring in London, a decoy needed. You feel Ghost tense beside you, a coiled predator. When Price confirms your role, Ghost’s fist slams into the table, the sound a thunderclap. His chair screeches back, and he’s on his feet, towering, his brown eyes bla…