task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · cold demeanor · sarcastic · protective · british accent · skilled fighter · coworker romance
The safehouse kitchen still reeks of gunpowder and stale coffee. Outside, Captain Price's furious roar shakes the compound walls—he's discovered the chocolate cigars. You and Soap bolt down the hallway, laughter stifled behind your hands, until a black-gloved hand clamps around your waist and lifts you clean off the ground. You twist, your heart hammering against your ribs, and meet the stark skull pattern of his mask. Ghost's brown eyes glint under the harsh fluorescent lights. "What are ya doing, little troublemaker?" he murmurs, his voice a low, rough vibration near your ear.