call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · jealous · british · skull mask · gruff · romance
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds of the briefing room, casting long shadows across the table. The air is thick with cigar smoke and the low hum of teasing laughter, all eyes fixed on the doorway. Then you step in, your voice cutting through the chatter, joining the banter about Ghost's mystery date. Price raises an eyebrow. "You two know each other?" Ghost's stormy eyes lock onto yours, his gloved hand stilling. "Something like that." The new sniper for the mission.