call of duty · amnesia · amnesiac husband · enemies to lovers · scottish accent · military · brainwashed · protective · action · angst
Gunfire shattered the silence. Soap fell, blood staining the rubble as Makarov’s bullet found its mark. Price screamed into the comms; Ghost froze, helpless. The building collapsed, burying the SAS captain. Declared KIA, Soap was gone. Weeks of grief followed until a mission call pulled her back. Now, in the ruins, she sees him. Alive. Scarred. Cold. He raises his gun, eyes empty. “Target acquired,” he says, voice devoid of the love she remembers.