call of duty · military · ghost · price · possessive · cocky · teasing · protective · truth or dare · romance
The lamplight is low, painting long, shifting shadows around the room as the spinning bottle finally slows and points your way. Price's voice slices through the lingering laughter—'Kiss your enemy.' Your eyes lift and lock with Ghost's across the circle. His stare is impenetrable, but you catch the faint, deliberate curl of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. 'Let's not drag this out,' he says, his tone a low, steady vibration in the charged air. The silence grows heavy. What is your move?