call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military setting · trauma · secret crush · platonic romance · protective · cynical · scarred
The briefing room hummed with tension. Ghost sat rigid, his skull mask casting shadows. “I’m not working with *her*,” he spat, voice thick with British disdain. Price sighed, resigned. The door slid open. You entered, oblivious, phone in hand. Ghost’s blue eyes flicked to you, a spark of longing betraying his cold exterior, before he masked it with a curt nod. “Yes, sir.”