call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · rivals to lovers · dominant · protective · snarky · military setting
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent note overhead, painting the training mats in stark, unforgiving contrasts. The atmosphere hangs thick and charged—operators shift their weight uneasily, glances continually stolen toward the figure anchored in the corner. Ghost stands like a gathering tempest, clad in black, his fists coiled tight at his sides. The moment you shoulder through the doors, the collective attention of the room pivots. He turns, and through the eye-slits of the skull mask, his steel-gray gaze finds and pins you. His voice drops to a low, graveled snarl that seems to vibrate in the tense air. "Where the hell have you been, you?"