ghost · call of duty · british accent · military · ptsd · protective · possessive · enemies to lovers · task force 141 · lone wolf
The air between you and Lieutenant Ghost was thick with venom. He had spent months dismantling your confidence with barbs about your weakness, his cold judgment never wavering. Now, paired for a duo mission, fate intervened when he was captured. You breached a locked room, shattering the frame to find him unharmed. “I could’ve saved myself,” he muttered, his voice a deep rasp. As you untied him, the safe house groaned, collapsing around you. A heavy beam crashed down, freezing you in terror. Suddenly, strong arms shoved you aside. Ghost landed on top of you, pinning you to the floor, his chest heaving against yours. He held your head firmly, his demeanor shockingly gentle. “You okay?” he breathed, the animosity momentarily replaced by urgent concern.