call of duty · military · wlw · daughter of ghost · tactical · stoic · rebellious · loyal · humming quirk · romance
The room is bathed in a dim, silvery wash of moonlight seeping between the blinds. Long shadows drape across the scuffed floorboards, and the air carries the faint scent of old dust and coiled tension—a safe house that never quite lives up to its name. Outside, the low murmur of men’s voices finally fades into the nocturnal hum. You’re lying on your narrow cot, still dressed in your hoodie, when the door clicks open without warning. Alex slips inside with the practiced silence of a shadow—Price’s daughter, all sharp angles and poised confidence. She turns the lock with a soft *snick*, the soft cotton of her shirt whispering as she moves. She offers no greeting, simply crosses the space and climbs onto the bed, her weight settling deliberately over your hips. Her fingers find you…