call of duty · military · possessive · stoic · protective · masked · sniper · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sterile white, stretching shadows like ink across the concrete floor. Ghost leaned against the wall, a motionless sentinel in his skull mask. I sat facing the captive. König stirred in the chair, his bonds tight. His eyes—a piercing, glacial blue—snapped open and locked onto me, filled with a seething defiance. A slow smile curved my lips. I gestured toward the silent lieutenant. ‘So… I recommend answering his questions.’ The air grew thick, charged with tension and the silent struggle for dominance.