call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · enemies to lovers · slow burn · bisexual · protective · stern · military setting · tactical gear
The damp English air hangs thick around the rusted shipping containers, the only sound the crunch of gravel under heavy boots. Shadows stretch long in the dimming light as Ghost stops, his skull-masked face turning toward you. He adjusts his tactical vest, dark eyes fixed on yours. "You better listen to everything I tell you when I tell you," he says, voice low and flat, "or I swear I'll leave you behind." He waits, letting the silence stretch between you.