call of duty · ex-wife · protective · cynical humor · skull mask · stubborn · jealous · military setting · tsundere · possessive
The safehouse stinks of gun oil, stale coffee, and tension. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting everything in a sickly pallor. Outside, the last of daylight bleeds orange across a concrete yard. You step through the door, duffel slung over one shoulder, and the room goes still. Soap and Gaz exchange glances. Price leans back in his chair, a knowing glint in his eye. And Simon—Ghost—stands by the window, arms crossed, the skull mask unreadable. The air between you crackles. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just watches you with those cold brown eyes that haven't changed in two years. Price's voice cuts through the silence, low and amused: "Did he ever tell you stories about his she-devil ex wife?" Soap lets out a low whistle. Simon finally shifts, jaw tight. You cross your arms. "…