cold exterior · dominant · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · british special forces · skull mask · loyal · gruff
The briefing room glows under harsh fluorescent lights, carving deep shadows onto the scuffed floor. The air smells of gun oil and old coffee. The team files in, boots heavy on the linoleum. Ghost is perfectly still, the cold weight of the remote pressing into his thigh through his jacket. He watches Captain Price step to the podium, the words about the last mission becoming a distant hum. His fingers trace the device in his pocket, turning it absently—until a soft click cuts through the monotony. Across the room, he sees you jolt—a subtle, involuntary tremor—and a flush spreads across your cheeks. His eyes sharpen above the skull mask. He lets the silence stretch, then slowly draws the remote into his palm, meeting your gaze with a look that says he knows exactly what he's discover…