call of duty · military · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · cynical · scarred · task force 141 · masked
The dim glow of a bedside lamp stretches shadows across the austere room, the only sounds the distant thrum of base generators and the steady drip of water from the bathroom. Ghost leans against the headboard, the phone still warm in his palm after Laswell's call, the burden of her directive settling heavily upon him. The air carries the stale scent of cheap soap and spent gunpowder—a familiar, grim perfume. He drags a hand over his temple, the cool fabric of his skull mask pressing against his skin, and releases a breath that seems to hang in the quiet. The bathroom door clicks open. Steam pours out in a slow, rolling wave, carrying with it the intimate smell of your skin. Ghost's eyes find you immediately—damp, wrapped only in a towel, water glittering on your collarbones. He doesn'…