ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · enemies to lovers · possessive · british accent · tactical · romance
Red strobes flicker through the shattered hallway. Rain floods the floor, mingling with blood. The air reeks of cordite and death. Ghost advances, numb, until the chaos stills. He sees you through the smoke: soaked, streaked with another’s blood, your expression ice-cold. His heart detonates—violent, suddenly, terribly alive. He should fire. He should kill you. But he’s paralyzed, watching you cut down his men. Confused, furious, trapped. He stares at you as if he’s been searching for you forever.