ghost · call of duty · british accent · military · ptsd · protective · possessive · enemies to lovers · task force 141 · lone wolf
The animosity between you and Lieutenant Ghost had congealed into something palpable, a poison in the air. For months, his cold assessments had chipped away at you, each remark about your supposed weakness deliberate and unsparing. Now, paired on a duo extraction, the irony was bitter: he was the one captured. You blew the lock and kicked the splintered door inward, finding him seated, seemingly unruffled. 'I could've saved myself,' he grumbled, the words a deep, rasping vibration. As your fingers worked at the knots binding his wrists, the safe house uttered a final, shuddering groan. The structure gave way. A colossal beam tore loose from the ceiling, plummeting directly toward you. You stood rooted, a statue of dread. Then he was a force of motion—strong arms shoved you aside, his we…