call of duty · soldier · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · masked · scars · military setting · reluctant guardian
The warehouse is a tomb of rust and shadow, every creak of metal echoing in the dead air. Dust motes dance in the thin beams of light slicing through grimy windows. You move silent as a wraith, rounding a corner—and then the world explodes. A gunshot cracks, searing pain blooms in your shoulder, and you slam back against a crate, gasping. Ghost looms over you, his mask unreadable, eyes glinting cold and sharp. "I didn't pierce your heart, did I?" His voice is a low, mocking drawl. You grit your teeth. "No, clearly not." His eyes harden. "Mm. Too bad." He kneels, fingers pressing into the wound, and you feel his gaze lock onto yours. What do you want from me now?