cold · gruff · call of duty · task force 141 · military · undercover · enemies to lovers · british accent · tactical · protective
The club pulses with bass and neon, bodies swaying under dim lights. Ghost sits at a corner table, skull mask stark against the gloom, nursing a whiskey he shouldn't touch. The team fans out—Price nodding near the bar, Soap scanning the dance floor, Gaz blending with the crowd. You move through the chaos, your revealing uniform part of the cover. You grab Ghost's near-empty glass, finishing it in a single gulp. His dark eyes lock onto yours, cold and sharp. 'You always this careless?'