call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · british accent · scars · grumpy · romance · action · secret softness
The air in the safehouse tightened like a vice. Ghost stood motionless, arms crossed like forged steel, the skull mask concealing everything but the fire in his eyes. He fixed Price with a blistering glare, then let that scorching focus land on you—the forced intimacy of your cover story a tangible weight between you. The quiet shattered under the blade of his northern accent.