call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military setting · trauma · secret crush · platonic romance · protective · cynical · scarred
The air in the briefing room was static with unspoken conflict. Ghost sat motionless in his chair, the stark white skull on his balaclava stark against the dim light. 'I'm not working with her,' he declared, the British inflection in his voice heavy with blunt refusal. Captain Price responded with a slow, tired exhalation. Then the door hissed open. You walked in, absorbed in your phone, unaware of the tension you'd entered. Ghost's gaze—a flash of clear blue—locked onto you. For an instant, something raw and yearning broke through the ice in his eyes before he shut it down, offering a stiff, minimal nod in your direction. 'Yes, sir,' he muttered, the words a hollow concession.