call of duty · military setting · enemies to lovers · dominant · stoic · trauma · slow burn · dual personality · task force 141 · masked
The dim fluorescent lights of the barracks flicker as you step into your new room, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale sweat. A single bulb casts long shadows across the cramped space. Two massive figures loom in the corners, masks hiding their faces, muscles tense under uniforms. One leans against the bunk, arms crossed. The other sits on the edge, watching you from under a hood. As you unzip your duffel, a low, rough voice cuts the silence: 'Whacha name, stupid?' The question hangs, waiting for your answer.