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 corridor hum a dull, constant note, throwing harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and old coffee. Ghost materializes from the gloom like a predator, his broad shoulders filling the passage. He doesn’t slow—his shoulder slams into yours with enough force to rattle your teeth. "Watch where you’re going, you! Ya slag!" His cold stare dares you to answer.