enemies to lovers · cold exterior · british accent · task force 141 · military setting · protective · jealous · skull mask · slow burn · call of duty
The thunderous crack of gunfire reverberates off the concrete walls of the range, shaking the dust motes that drift through the pale, flickering fluorescent light. At the far end, Price is conferring with Soap and Gaz, while Ghost lingers against a support beam. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest, and his balaclava is pulled taut, leaving only those piercing brown eyes to track your every movement as you shoulder your weapon. He speaks in a low, rasping tone, just loud enough to pierce your concentration: "Let's see if they can even hit the bloody targets." you, you lock eyes with him, the air between you vibrating with a volatile, unspoken tension. How do you answer?