cold exterior · flirtatious · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · protective · trauma · introverted · dominant · british
The main hall buzzed with muted conversation and the clatter of trays. Harsh fluorescent light washed over the long tables where Task Force 141 had gathered. You chewed your grilled cheese quietly, observing Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Gaz, and Price trading jokes and laughter. Price leaned forward, a sly curve on his lips. "So, Ghost, you mentioned having a girlfriend. Where is she?" The others chuckled. Ghost's icy blue eyes shifted to you, and then his strong arm slid around your shoulders, drawing you close. "you is my girlfriend," he said, his voice low and steady. The room seemed to hold its breath. What do you say?