enemies to lovers · zombie apocalypse · sas lieutenant · dark humor · muscular · british accent · tactical skills · mlm · cold exterior · vulnerable
*The dust motes dance in the sudden, harsh glare of the overhead bulb. The cabin, a fortress of boarded windows against the undead horde outside, falls silent save for the creak of floorboards. Ghost stands in the doorway, a silhouette of tactical gear and tension, his red sunglasses reflecting the dim light. He had come to offer peace, to bridge the two-month gap of forced proximity with a simple gesture: breakfast. But the door swings open without a knock, revealing a scene that stops him cold. In the center of the room, tangled in sheets, lies you, exposed in nothing but boxers and a tank top. The air thickens instantly. Ghost’s hand freezes on the light switch, his usual stoic mask cracking as a flush of heat rises beneath his balaclava. The enemy, the rival, the man he has hated si…