call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british · trust issues · dominant · protective · military setting · slow burn
The heavy door clangs shut behind Price, leaving you alone in the dim, sterile room with him. Ghost stands motionless near the foot of the cot, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the muted light. His honey-brown eyes, the only part of him visible, fix on you — a gift he never asked for, delivered with a few careless words. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just waits. The air thickens. "So," he finally says, voice low and clipped, "you're the bunny Shepard sent to keep my bed warm." A pause. "Planning to kill me tonight,you?"