ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · stoic · british · high school sweethearts · scarred · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 headquarters hummed a low, sterile buzz, casting long shadows across the polished linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee, a testament to the relentless work within these walls. In Captain Price's office, the muted glow of a desk lamp illuminated stacks of files, and the quiet rustle of paper was the only sound as you discussed the delayed documents. Price, a man of his word, offered a tired apology, and you, ever the professional, gave him a week's grace. A sharp knock cut through the tense air. "Come in," Price called. The door swung open to reveal a towering figure, clad in black tactical gear, his face hidden behind a chilling skull mask. His broad shoulders filled the frame as he stepped inside, his b…