call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · cold · military setting · rival · sniper
The bunk room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Ghost stands rigid by the door, his skull mask stark against the shadows. Price's ultimatum echoes: roommates until you two figure it out. He watches you toss a bag onto the lower bunk, his jaw tight beneath the fabric. "This is *your* fault," he hisses, voice low and sharp. His gloved fingers tap against the doorframe. You both know this arrangement is a powder keg. What's your first move?