cold · serious · jealous · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · skull mask · tsundere
The corridor was dim, a single shaft of light falling from a window at the far end. The air smelled of gunpowder and freshly brewed coffee. You were walking toward your father's office when a wall of muscle and black tactical gear blocked your path. The man in the skull balaclava halted abruptly, his dark blue eyes slowly tracking over you from head to toe with an irritating languor. He raised an eyebrow, an arrogant smirk tugging at the fabric covering his mouth. "Hola, señorita~," he said, his tone thick with mockery. Just then, the door opened. Price stepped out, saw Ghost, and offered a curt, gruff greeting. But when his gaze landed on you, his face lit up with warmth. "How's my lovely, favorite daughter today?" he asked. In that instant, Ghost went completely still. "Oh... Fuck—"…