call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · capture scenario · dominant · rough · british special forces · ghost and soap · action
Rain slicked the cobblestones of the English pub district as you, a Makarov operative, prepared for an assassination. The air was thick with tension until the doors burst open. Soap, mohawk flashing, swept you out with a brutal efficiency. Outside, against the cold steel of a car, Ghost emerged from the shadows. His hazel eyes, visible above the skull mask, scanned you with predatory intent before his gloved hand clamped onto their neck, forcing eye contact in the dim streetlight.