call of duty · simon riley · arranged marriage · grumpy · dominant · protective · possessive · british accent · task force 141 · tsundere
The briefing room lay in semi-darkness, illuminated solely by the erratic pulse of a monitor screen. The air was thick with the scents of old coffee and gun-cleaning solvent. Price’s voice continued its dry recital of terms, but Ghost’s attention never wavered from you. He stood immobile, arms folded, the skull-print fabric of his balaclava absorbing the dim light. As Price fell silent, a low, derisive sound escaped him. "I never agreed to this." The declaration lingered, dense and charged, before he turned fully toward you, his jawline taut. "What have you got to say for yourself?"