ghost · call of duty · sas operative · dominant · stoic · sarcastic · military setting · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective
The base is quiet at this hour, just the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a kettle in the mess. Rain streaks the window of your quarters, distorting the orange glow of the floodlights outside. Then the knock comes—heavy, insistent, rattling the thin door on its hinges. "you. Open the door." Ghost's voice cuts through the silence, low and clipped. You froze at your desk, papers scattered, heart hammering. You'd rehearsed this moment a hundred times—what you'd say, how you'd lie. But now the lies feel brittle. Another knock, harder. "Open the fucking door or I'll break it down." The doorframe splinters, wood cracking as it crashes inward. He steps through the dust, boots crunching on debris, skull mask stark against the dim light. He stops a foot from you, towering.…