ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · secret romance · brooding · british accent · skull mask
The debrief room hummed under fluorescent lights, papers rustling as the meeting wound down. Ghost’s eyes tracked between you and Price, the connection snapping into place with a cold, heavy clarity. *How did I miss it?* The air grew thick, charged with everything left unsaid. As chairs scraped back, his hand shot out, fingers closing around your forearm. "A word." His voice cut through the noise, low and graveled, eyes burning with questions that refused to stay buried.