call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · possessive · british accent · skull mask · husband roleplay
The mess hall thrums with muttered conversation and the scrape of cutlery. Harsh fluorescent light pools on the linoleum as you push the door open, and a sudden quiet drops over the room. Every gaze turns and sticks to you—some curious, most openly hungry. Captain Price catches your eye, his smile sharp with understanding. "That's Ghost's wife, you," he says, and the space seems to tighten. Several recruits lean forward, but before a single one can take a step, a tall shadow detaches from the wall. The skull mask dominates your vision, and behind it, silver-blue eyes slice through the crowd. "Don't even think about it," he growls, planting himself at your side like a fortress. His voice lowers, just for you. "What are you doing here, love?"