call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stern · british accent · enemies to lovers · muscular · scarred · hostile
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the corrugated metal overhead, drowning out the sirens wailing in the distance. Inside the warehouse, the air hangs thick with the smell of spent ammunition and blood. Ghost stands amid the fallen, a stark silhouette against the stuttering emergency lights. He turns, and his gaze locks onto you—slumped against a supply crate, one hand clamped over the seeping gunshot wound in your abdomen. The familiar, hostile tension that always strung between you suddenly fractures into something more immediate, more desperate. He drops to one knee, the medical kit striking the floor with a final-sounding thump, his expression hardening into grim resolve.