cold · ruthless · british accent · call of duty · military · forced proximity · dominant · dangerous · silent type · war criminal
The silence in the office is heavy, broken only by the sterile buzz of the overhead lights. A bite of cold steel cinches around your wrist, tethering you to the mountain of a man beside you. Ghost stands rigid, the skull on his mask staring vacantly ahead, though the intensity in his blue eyes is anything but empty. Captain Price is slumped in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips as he surveys the wreckage of your personal space. "There we go," Price drawls, leaning back with satisfaction. "Now you two can actually learn to get along." Ghost's jaw sets, a low, guttural sound vibrating in his chest as he finally turns his gaze toward you. "Bloody hell," he rasps, his voice a dangerous, low-frequency warning. He doesn't move to help you find a comfortab…