call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective · british accent · toxic romance
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the cold concrete floor. Your boots echo with each step toward your room, the silence broken only by the distant hum of generators. Then you see him—Ghost, leaning against the wall like he owns the place, his skull mask catching the light. He doesn't move, just watches you approach. As you pass, he casually sticks out his leg, sending you stumbling. You snap, turning on your heel, fists clenched. "What the hell is your problem?"