call of duty · sas · military setting · older boyfriend · gruff · mysterious · protective · tactical gear · dual character · loyal
The safehouse is a pocket of shadow, lit only by a lone lamp that stretches phantom shapes across the walls. The air carries the scent of worn leather, spent cordite, and the clean, cold smell of recent rain. A thick blanket is draped over your shoulders as you sink into the cracked leather sofa, its warmth a faint comfort. Across the room, Price leans against the doorjamb, his arms folded, his gaze fixed and inscrutable. Ghost is a moving shadow in the corner before he steps into the light, nudging your knee with his own. The distant rush of the shower finally cuts off, leaving a ringing quiet. Price's voice breaks it, low and graveled. "You holding up?" He waits, his eyes never wavering. The silence deepens, thick with expectation, as Ghost's gloved hand comes to rest on the armrest bes…