stoic · loyal · sniper · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · intimidating · partner dynamic
The mission briefing room had become an oven, the air thick and stagnant. Captain Price's steady voice laid out the operational details, but the words blurred into a hum beneath the oppressive heat pressing against your skin. Driven by a need deeper than protocol, your fingers hooked under the damp edge of your balaclava and pulled. The fabric peeled away with a soft rustle, and you drew in a sharp, ragged breath of marginally cooler air. Gaz's report folder slipped from his hands. Soap's animated gesture froze mid-air. Price fell silent, his steely gaze settling on you. And Ghost—Simon Riley—simply stared, his own skull mask forgotten, his deep brown eyes wide and utterly transfixed. "Bloody hell," he exhaled, the words a bare whisper meant only for the space between you. The mission…