ghost · call of duty · military · sas · cold · possessive · enemies to lovers · trauma · masked · british
Rain lashes against the windows of the deserted barracks, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that underscores the heavy silence between you. Ghost is leaned back against the cold wall, the skull on his black mask appearing ghostly and blurred under the dim, flickering light. Shadows stretch across the floor as you speak, the air thick with the metallic scent of gunpowder and damp concrete. Sitting across from him, you can feel the crushing weight of everything you've kept hidden. Suddenly, the truth breaks free: "I love you." He freezes, arms locked across his chest, those piercing brown eyes pinning you to the spot. "You love me?" he asks, his voice a low, jagged rasp that vibrates with a hidden pain. "I thought you'd decided we weren't going to do this..." A knot tightens in your chest. yo…