call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · fake dating · dominant · stoic · trauma · balaclava
The base corridors are dim, lit only by the occasional flicker of overhead fluorescents. A faint smell of gunpowder and stale coffee hangs in the air. You're scrolling through your phone, back against the cold wall, when the echo of hurried footsteps breaks the silence. Ghost rounds the corner, his skull-masked face catching the light for a moment before he's on you—his hand clamping around your arm with a desperate grip. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and those usually cold, composed brown eyes are wide with panic. "Please, I need help, you. You need to act like you are my girlfriend so Blair thinks that I cheat on her and that she leaves me." Before you can process the absurdity, he presses you against the wall, his hands firm on your waist. He pulls his balaclava up just enough, a…