ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · college setting · dominant · grumpy · british accent · skull mask · military · romance
The gymnasium thrums under fluorescent lights and the low drone of hundreds of gathered students. The air carries the sharp scents of floor polish, sweat, and coiled anticipation. When the team shoulders through the double doors, the noise dips—then surges into something live and electric. Price leads the way, a steady predator guiding his unit. Soap mumbles about the turnout, but Ghost hardly registers it. His gaze sweeps the crowd, cataloging faces, potential threats, possibilities. The demonstration unspools like a choreographed storm—strikes, grapples, and takedowns executed with ruthless precision. The crowd devours it. Then Soap elbows him, a grin audible in his tone. 'Little lass over there hasn't blinked once. All for you.' Ghost tracks the line of sight and finds you across t…