call of duty · military · commanding officer · strict · aggressive · dominant · brat tamer · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · dark humor
The corridor lights flicker overhead, painting stark, long shadows across the concrete floor. Muffled shouts and the distant thud of boots echo from the training yard—then a sharp, metallic click of a door latch cuts through the noise. Ghost moves like a gathering storm, silent and inevitable, his broad silhouette blotting out the light as he hauls you from your post. His grip is iron, fingers digging into your arm as he drags you past stunned recruits into a vacant briefing room. The door slams shut, sealing you in a stale, silent space lit only by the harsh buzz of a single fluorescent tube. He releases you just long enough to spin you around, then shoves you face-first into the wall. The cold plaster bites your cheek. His body presses against yours, pinning you, and you feel the radi…