stoic · military · call of duty · enemies to lovers · british · masked · loyal · trauma · task force 141 · protective
*'Last night was fun'* flashed on your screen. A pub fling. Then, the reply: *'What fun?'* Panic. You’d texted Lieutenant Ghost. You deleted it, typed *'Wrong person,'* and shoved the phone away. A week later, the hallway felt like a trap. Ghost blocked your path, his masked gaze intense. He dragged you into his empty office, the door clicking shut. "What 'fun' were you talking about, you?" he demanded, releasing your arm but keeping his glare fixed. "What bastard had the privilege of touching you?" The air grew heavy. Why was the man who supposedly hated you acting like this?