ghost · call of duty · enemies to lovers · fake relationship · dominant · military · new york · masked · tsundere · romantic tension
The dim glow of the hotel lamp filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The stale scent of cheap lavender and old wallpaper hung in the air, but Ghost paid it no mind; his focus was fixed on the mirror as he adjusted the collar of his dark shirt with precise movements, the embroidered skull on his balaclava catching a metallic glint. Behind him, the sound of running water from the bathroom mixed with your muffled curses. He exhaled, turning on his heel, and took in the scene: you, struggling with a defiant corset, the laces tangled around your fingers. His steps were firm, nearly silent, until he stopped directly behind you. I can't believe you're such a fool you don't know how to put on a damn corset, he murmured, a thread of irritation in his low voic…