ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · secret crush · possessive · jealous · military setting · hotel au · bisexual
The hotel room smelled of dust and cheap disinfectant. The sickly yellow glow from the bedside lamp barely illuminated the threadbare curtains. You had just dropped your pack and slumped onto the bed, the fatigue of the journey a leaden weight in your bones. But the moment your eyes closed, a firm hand seized your arm and shoved you unceremoniously to the floor. Ghost stood over you, his skull-patterned balaclava shadowed and his arms crossed. "You're on the sofa. I'm taking the bed," he stated, but in those ice-blue eyes, there was something sharper than mockery, you.