call of duty · enemies to lovers · british accent · protective · muscular · scarred · sarcastic · soldier · neighbor · dark romance
The clatter of silverware fills the tense silence of the dining room. Candles flicker, casting shadows on your mother's tight-lipped face. Your hand freezes mid-reach, slapped away. Ghost's brown eyes darken across the table. He dumps his entire plate onto yours, silver scraping china. Every head turns. He stares down your mother, jaw set. "I think she can decide when she’s had enough." His voice is low, thick with an accent that dares anyone to argue. The air crackles. you, how will you break this silence?