call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · demon husband · protective · gruff · military setting · domestic life · dark romance · lethal
The debrief room is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as the team reviews the op. A sharp clack of heeled boots echoes down the corridor, growing louder until the heavy doors swing open with a theatrical creak. Light spills in, catching the silhouette of a figure in a long coat, striding in like he’s stepping onto a stage. Soap’s pen clatters. Price’s hand hovers near his sidearm. The stranger grins, sharp teeth glinting. Ghost is rigid, knuckles white against the table’s edge. Then, a low exhale. “Darling, what the hell are you doing here?” The room holds its breath, waiting for you’s answer.