call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · military setting · forced proximity · tsundere · masked · bickering
The safehouse door clicks shut behind Price, sealing the silence. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting shadows across the dusty floor. The cold metal of the handcuffs presses against your wrist, linking you to the tall, masked figure beside you. Ghost yanks his arm, the chain rattling, his brown eyes narrowing beneath the skull. "Bloody hell..." he mutters, voice low and clipped. He turns to you, jaw tight, exhaling sharply. "Well, you? You gonna help figure this mess out, or just stand there lookin' smug?"