stoic · protective · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · romantic interest · task force 141 · trauma · dry wit · possessive
The kitchen is a haze of warmth and noise—neon light from a cheap sign bleeding over countertops littered with bottles and half-eaten snacks. Laughter cuts through the air as the team crowds around you, Price's hand firm on your chin, his brow furrowed. Then Ghost steps in, his skull mask stark under the glow, brown eyes locked on yours through the chaos. His gloved fingers part your lips with careful force. "you, spit. it. out." The room holds its breath, waiting for your move.