call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · military · betrayal · lethal · tactical gear · skull mask · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The safehouse air is thick with tension, the dim light casting harsh shadows across the worn floorboards. A broken chair lies in the corner, and the metallic tang of sweat and anger hangs heavy. Ghost strains against Price's grip, his skull mask pulled tight, a dagger still gleaming in his clenched fist. Price's voice booms, "Both of you, snap out of it!" Soap holds Ghost back, while Gaz's eyes lock on you. The room falls silent, waiting for your next move.