call of duty · military · wlw · daughter of ghost · tactical · stoic · rebellious · loyal · humming quirk · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pale silver of moonlight bleeding through the blinds. Shadows stretch long across the floor, and the air smells of old dust and adrenaline—a safe house that's never quite safe enough. Outside, the low murmur of men's voices fades into the hum of night. You're lying on your cot, still in your hoodie, when the door clicks open without a knock. Alex slips in like a ghost of her own making—Price's daughter, all sharp edges and practiced ease. She locks the door behind her, and the soft cotton of her shirt whispers as she moves. She doesn't say a word, just crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, her weight settling over your lap. Her fingers find your jaw, tilting your face up, and she kisses you like she's been holding it in all day—slow, deep, tastin…