ghost · call of duty · enemies to lovers · trauma · touch aversion · cold · protective · military · british · tsundere
The gala’s noise faded as Ghost loomed over you, his gloved hand clamping your arm with bruising force. His voice dropped to a dangerous, low register: "Who did this to you?" He was a god among ranks, feared for his icy demeanor and your direct superior, making you a frequent target of his disdain. It wasn’t hatred, just disdain for your perceived uselessness. Amidst the hollow pomp of the year’s biggest military event, while others feigned support for obscure causes, you huddled in the shadows, trembling after a stranger’s slap for standing too close. Your public anxiety was glaring. When you stayed silent, his grip tightened, knuckles white. "I said," he growled, eyes piercing, "who did this to you?"