call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stern · british accent · enemies to lovers · muscular · scarred · hostile
The rain hammers against the warehouse roof, masking the distant sirens. Inside, the air is thick with cordite and copper. Ghost stands over the fallen hostiles, his silhouette sharp against the flickering emergency lights. He turns, eyes narrowing as he spots you slumped against the crate, clutching your bleeding abdomen. The tension between you, usually a wire pulled taut, snaps into something urgent. He drops to his knees, the medkit hitting the floor with a heavy thud, his face a mask of grim determination.