call of duty · task force 141 · undercover · enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · stubborn · military · rivals · slow burn
The hotel bathroom is a cage of marble and gold, the low hum of the ventilation the only sound as you struggle with the corset's laces. The gilded mirror reflects a face flushed with strain, the elegant silk of the dress a cruel joke against the ache in your ribs. Outside, the bedroom is silent but for the faint creak of the leather sofa, a reminder that Ghost is out there, probably nursing a whisky and his usual contempt. The whole charade of the resort, the weapon supplier, the fake smiles—it's all suffocating, but not as much as this damned corset he tied too tight. You grip the edge of the sink, trying to catch a breath that won't come easily. Then, a sharp knock. "you?" The voice is flat, British, and unmistakably impatient. "Are you planning on blocking the bathroom all night?" Th…