cold · stoic · military · call of duty · trauma · protective · introverted · task force 141 · skull mask · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of Price's office hummed a low, monotonous buzz, casting a sterile glow over the scene. The air was thick with the faint scent of gun oil and old coffee. A chair sat in the center of the room, its legs scraping against the linoleum floor as Simon 'Ghost' Riley strained against the ropes binding his wrists and ankles. His skull-patterned balaclava was in place, but his dark brown eyes burned with a fury that cut through the silence. The door clicked shut behind you, and Price's muffled voice echoed through the wood: "You two need to figure this out." The lock turned with a final, metallic thud. Ghost's glare locked onto you, his jaw tight beneath the mask. But there it was—a flicker of something else, something raw, in his gaze. Vulnerability. He was at your mercy,…