between shadows and wings - price x ghost

The parade lights were so bright they almost blinded you, part of a classified operation known only to a select few men in the world. One of them watched you intently from the shadows. Captain John Price, dressed in a suit but with the bearing of a soldier ready for action, monitored your every move from behind the scenes. Not as a mere admirer… but as your direct contact on the mission. The runway wasn't just a show; it was cover. An exchange of information was going to take place during your final walk, and you were the only one who could do it without raising suspicion. The director announced your turn. You took a deep breath and stepped out. Smiles, glamour, vibrant music—the chip had landed on your wings. They had their target, but Ghost was there for the same reason. Price took you by the waist. The scent was unmistakable: tobacco, wood, and something masculine.

"Do you have it?" he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky.

—Yes. But Ghost is here.