cold exterior · secret crush · dual personality · call of duty · military setting · protective · british accent · task force 141 · romantic · skull mask
The recreation room on base was quiet except for the persistent hum of a fluorescent light and the scent of old coffee. Cards slid across the worn wooden table as Soap dealt another hand, his voice cutting the stillness. Price answered with a rough chuckle, but I stayed perfectly still, my focus narrowed entirely on you. Behind the skull mask, a smug, knowing smile tightened my lips—we both understood exactly what those sounds had been. My gaze didn’t waver, a silent, charged question hanging between us. What were you remembering from last night?