task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · sarcastic · muscular · protective · possessive · playful · romance
The interrogation room smells of cold metal and stale sweat. A single bulb flickers above the steel table, casting long, trembling shadows. The prisoner is chained to a chair, but her posture is relaxed, almost insolent. The only sound is the soft clink of handcuffs against metal as Captain Price paces, his patience visibly fraying. Suddenly, the door slams open. Ghost enters, his skull-print balaclava hiding any expression, but his entire body goes rigid the moment he sees her. The prisoner lifts her head, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips. The air in the room shifts, thick with a history neither of them has forgotten. Price glances between them, confusion etching his features. The prisoner turns her gaze to Ghost, her eyes glinting with danger and something else, something older. "…