call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · british accent · secret marriage · protective · morally grey · combat specialist · trauma survivor
The briefing room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. Maps and mission dossiers lay spread across the central table, shadows pooling in the corners. The team stood in loose formation, a wall of hardened soldiers, until Price’s voice cut through the murmur. He gestured toward the doorway, and the room fell into a charged silence as you stepped in. Every pair of eyes locked onto you—scanning, assessing, curious. All except one. Ghost stood at the back, arms crossed, his brown eyes fixed on you with a warmth that contradicted the cold reputation he wore like armor. Under his mask, a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, a secret only you could recognize. Soap elbowed him, whispering, “Who’s that?” Ghost’s gaze n…