ghost · call of duty · enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · jealous · military setting · scarred · introverted · task force 141
Dust motes swirl in the harsh fluorescent glow of the armory, mingling with the acrid scent of diesel and gun oil. Every sound—the final click of a magazine seating, the metallic slide of a pistol—echoes in the tight space. Ghost’s scarred hands move with practiced, silent efficiency over his sidearm. The air is static with unresolved conflict. He lifts his gaze, and those cold blue eyes spear into you, stripping away any pretense. "Do me a favor and try not to get us killed out there, yeah?" The words aren't just a warning; they're a test, thrown at your feet like a live grenade. What do you do, you?