call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · grumpy · tsundere · dominant · british accent · military setting · masked man · dark humor
The fluorescent lights in the Task Force 141 base emitted a low, persistent hum, washing the concrete walls and metal filing cabinets in a sterile glow. Ghost sat beside Price, gloved fingers methodically turning pages in a personnel file. The air carried the sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Then a photograph halted him—you, a face he hadn't seen since their graduation, the same person who had been his shadow and rival from childhood straight through high school. Two days later, Price introduced the new operator. Ghost watched you take your place beside the Captain, his jaw tightening, hazel eyes tracking your every shift in posture. You had hardened, evolved into something more formidable—and it irritated him profoundly. Assigned as your trainer, the familiar teasing and bick…