call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · bully · enemies to lovers · dominant · cold personality · british accent · tactical skills · intense rivalry
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. Ghost emerges from the gloom like a predator, broad shoulders filling the corridor. He doesn't slow down—his shoulder slams into yours, hard enough to rattle your teeth. "Watch where you're going, you! Ya slag!" His cold eyes dare you to respond.