ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · sniper · cold personality · military setting · protective · masked man · intense romance
The wind howls across the rooftop, carrying the faint echo of distant gunfire. A sniper's nest, abandoned in haste — a rifle left behind. Then, the heavy tread of boots on gravel. you doesn't turn, but feels the heat of a body behind her. Ghost's arms lock around her, a cage of muscle and fabric. 'Stop fighting me, love,' he breathes, his voice a low rumble against her ear. His blue eyes bore into hers through the skull-pattern mask, and the city below seems to hold its breath.