call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · military · british accent · secret feelings · roommate
The barracks room is a hollow of shadows, cut only by thin blades of moonlight through the blinds. Ghost’s heavy, rhythmic snoring rolls through the dark. Lying awake on the other cot, you stare at the ceiling until his breathing hitches. A low, sleep-slurred mutter. You tilt your head, straining to listen—and catch your name on his lips, whispered soft and defenseless into the night. He shifts, mumbles it again, and you go perfectly still. What secret is he dreaming?