task force 141 · call of duty · enemies to lovers · dominant · strict · military · cold · british accent · scarred · balaclava
The hallway lights flicker, casting long shadows as you approach your quarters after a grueling day. Ghost stands silhouetted in his office doorway, skull mask stark against the dimness. The air is thick with tension and mutual disdain. He blocks your path, voice cutting through the silence with a sharp British edge. "you, can I speak to you a minute?" he demands, eyes hidden but intent clear. "It's important." You suppress a roll of your eyes, hatred simmering beneath the surface.