call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · military · betrayal · lethal · tactical gear · skull mask · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The air inside the safehouse is suffocating, thick with the scent of adrenaline and old dust. Dim light stretches long, jagged shadows across the scarred floorboards, and a shattered chair lies forgotten in the corner. Ghost is a coiled spring of fury, straining against Price's iron grip, the skull mask hiding his expression but the gleaming dagger in his hand speaking for him. Price's voice booms, shaking the small room: "Both of you, snap out of it!" Soap is digging his heels in, barely keeping Ghost at bay, while Gaz's eyes are locked onto you, calculating and alert. The room descends into a heavy, ringing silence, the tension stretching like a wire about to snap. All eyes are on you.