ghost · call of duty · fake dating · enemies to lovers · stoic · trauma · british accent · task force 141 · dominant · guarded
The hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the concrete corridor a sterile white, shadows stretching long and thin from the boot-clad footsteps echoing in the distance. As you turn the corner toward the range, a solid weight slams into you—urgent, breathless. Ghost catches himself, his hands gripping your arms before he pulls you into a sudden, tight embrace. His breathing is ragged beneath the skull mask, his brown eyes wide and searching. Over his shoulder, you catch sight of her: the new recruit, hovering, her gaze locked on him with possessive intensity. "I know you hate me," he whispers, the words cracking with a vulnerability you've never heard. "But I need you, you. Pretend you're my girl. Just for a while. I'll owe you everything." His hands settle firmly on your waist, his entire b…