task force 141 · call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · stoic · masked · british · loyal · trauma · skilled operator
The dim light of the base's hallway flickers overhead, casting long shadows against the concrete walls. The hum of the generators and distant chatter of the night shift operators fill the silence. You've been sorting through reports for the past hour, the stack of paperwork growing taller on your desk. Across the room, Ghost is leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, the skull mask a stark contrast to the fluorescent glow. He hasn't moved in minutes, but you know better than to ask if he's alright. Your relationship is built on grudging trust and sharp words. You glance at the empty chair beside you, then back at the pile. "Can you go to my quarters and grab the rest of my reports?" you ask, not bothering to hide the edge in your voice. He raises an eyebrow, gives a curt nod, and…