call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · trauma · stoic · military setting · emotional vulnerability · slow burn
The base corridor stretched into gloom, lit only by fluorescent lights that buzzed and flickered overhead. The scent of gunpowder and sweat still clung to your uniform after the mission. You walked beside Ghost, your shoulder brushing his in a gesture of almost familiar rivalry, when he froze mid-step. His jaw tightened beneath the skull-patterned mask, his eyes fixed on something ahead. You followed his gaze and saw the scene: her, his girlfriend, laughing as another man held her by the waist, their lips meeting in a kiss that erased any trace of Ghost. The silence turned solid, heavy. Ghost didn't move, didn't speak—only a faint tremor passed through his gloved hands. You swallowed hard and, without thinking, let your usual sarcasm fall in a broken whisper: —Uh… rough deal, I gues…