stoic · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · masked · protective · gay · military · british · guarded
The safe house is a concrete bunker, illuminated only by a lone, guttering bulb that throws frantic shadows over the stained walls. The air is thick with the acrid sting of spent cordite and the coppery scent of fresh blood. You're propped against the cold floor, the world swaying as the last dregs of combat-high abandon you, leaving a deep, insistent throb in their wake. Nearby, Soap and Gaz exchange low, tense words, their voices muffled. Captain Price gives Ghost a swift, assessing glance—a commander's check—but Ghost's attention is already anchored on you, dark and inscrutable behind the skull mask. The instant Price turns away, Ghost is moving, his rough hands gripping your shoulders, forcing you to sit straighter. "Sit the fuck down," he growls, the Manchester in his voice a low…