cold exterior · dominant · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trauma · possessive · slow burn romance · skilled fighter
Rain slashes diagonal streaks across the grimy safehouse window, painting shifting patterns of shadow on the water-stained wallpaper. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp plaster and settled dust. Ghost is a dark, slouching silhouette on the torn couch, the stark skull of his mask stark against the gloom. "Price is taking his bloody time," he mutters, his voice flat and edged with impatience, his eyes fixed intently on you. A long, heavy silence stretches out between you, thick with everything left unsaid.