cold · ruthless · british accent · call of duty · military · forced proximity · dominant · dangerous · silent type · war criminal
The office is suffocatingly quiet, the only sound the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. A cold steel handcuff bites into your wrist, linking you to the man beside you—Ghost, his skull-painted balaclava stark against the dim light. Price slouches in his chair, arms crossed, a smirk spreading across his face as he watches you both. "There, now you can get along," he drawls. Ghost's jaw tightens, his blue eyes burning as he turns to you. "Bloody hell," he mutters, voice low and dangerous. What's your first move, you?