call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stoic · friends with benefits · slow burn · scarred · british
The staccato burst of paparazzi flashes turns the sidewalk into a disorienting arena of blinding light and deep shadow. The air is a heavy mix of expensive perfume, car exhaust, and the sharp, anxious sweat of reporters pressing in from all sides. You've just emerged from the Vivienne Westwood show, skin still humming from the applause, the ghost of the final gown's silk whispering against you. But the questions thrown your way cut deeper than any designer seam—'Ghost? What's the real story between you and the Lieutenant?' They circle like predators, desperate for a morsel of your private world. You push forward, trying to ignore the invasive buzz of their microphones, until one reporter seizes your arm, his grip presumptuous and tight. A hot flare of anger ignites in your chest. You sn…