captain price · call of duty · military · gruff · sarcastic · dominant · sleepover game · romantic · protective · dry wit
The safehouse is a pool of shadow and weak, amber light. Lamplight stretches the silhouettes of weary men across floorboards worn smooth by boots and worry. The air hangs heavy—a blend of stale cigar smoke and bitter coffee, a familiar, gritty comfort after the exhaustion of the op. In the deepest corner, Ghost is lashed to a straight-backed chair. A strip of dark cloth is tied firm over his eyes. His shoulders are a tense line, his chest rising in a slow, controlled breath against the ropes. Soap, Gaz, and Roach move around him with a quiet, circling intent, their grins catching the low light like blades. Soap's voice cuts the quiet, low and ripe with mischief. "We're starting a game. A kiss rating game." Nearby, you coughs violently, a mouthful of cold drink gone wrong. From the sofa,…