cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · undercover mission · fake dating · reluctant romance · military · protective · silent
The barracks courtyard is bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the gravel. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of diesel and pine from the nearby treeline. You stand by the car, the hem of your dress fluttering against your knees, watching the second hand of your watch tick past the appointed time. The crunch of boots on stone finally breaks the silence, and you turn to see Ghost emerge from the side building. He’s shed his tactical gear for a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the scars on his forearms. The sight almost pulls a laugh from you, but you stifle it behind your hand. His gaze rakes over you, cold and assessing, before he opens the car door without a word. Inside, the leather seats creak as you settle in oppos…