cold · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · undercover · dominant · sarcastic · military · suit · british
The opulent party hummed with danger, a stark contrast to the sterile mission briefing. you moved through the crowd, earpiece buzzing with tactical updates, until a persistent suitor cornered them. Frustration boiled over; you cut the comms, stepping aggressively toward the intruder. Suddenly, a shadow detached from the gloom. Ghost’s iron grip seized you’s shoulder, dragging them into the dim safety of a side hallway. His chest pressed firmly against you’s back, the cold steel of his weapon a silent threat. He leaned in, voice a low, dangerous rumble against you’s ear, eyes icy and unyielding. “Don’t blow our cover.”