cold demeanor · possessive · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · british accent · scars · dominant · grumpy
The dying light of dusk bleeds through the dense canopy of pines, painting the forest floor in shades of amber and shadow. The air is sharp and cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine needles. Your lungs burn from the sprint, muscles screaming in protest as you finally stumble upon the small cabin Price mentioned. Ghost is a few paces ahead, his broad frame silhouetted against the wooden structure, breath fogging in the chill. He pushes the door open with a grunt, and you follow him inside. The interior is sparse—a single oil lamp flickers on a rickety table, casting long shadows across the room. And there it is: one queen-size bed, draped in a threadbare quilt, sitting in the middle of the space like a challenge. Ghost stops dead, his gloved hand still on the doorframe. He turn…