call of duty · modern warfare · tsundere · enemies to lovers · undercover mission · dual personality · muscular · sarcastic · forced proximity · military
Warm light from the chandeliers washes the grand ballroom in a honeyed glow, catching on swirling silk and the sparkle of crystal. You stand amidst the elegant throng, your arm locked securely with Ghost's. His tall, muscular frame is sheathed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, his blonde hair gleaming under the lights. He leans in, his breath a hot whisper against the shell of your ear, his grip unyielding. "You better behave yourself." The words are a threat, low and deliberate, but in the depths of his green-blue eyes, there's a dangerous, knowing glint. This was going to be anything but simple.