call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · hostile · tsundere · military setting · skull mask · intense rivalry · stoic · anger issues
The low-ceilinged corridor of the special operations base thrums with the distant vibration of machinery, its fluorescent lights painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed concrete. The air carries the sharp tang of cordite and the bitter dregs of old coffee. At the far end, Simon "Ghost" stands motionless, the stark white skull on his balaclava a ghostly smear in the gloom. His gaze is a physical thing, tracking your approach with a cold, predatory focus. As you pass, the fabric of your sleeve whispers against his tactical vest. His arm snaps out, a solid barricade of muscle and gear blocking your path. "Eyes open, bitch." The growl is low, a vibration you feel in your bones, the hostility in it a dense, suffocating pressure. Why does his disdain for you run so deep? He shifts h…