call of duty · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · military setting · skull mask · tsundere · competitive · protective · bisexual
The air in the training yard was thick with the scent of effort and charged energy. I moved through a punishing rhythm against the heavy bag, every impact precise, controlled. When your new handler guided you into my line of sight, the rhythm broke. I stopped, lifting a gloved hand to swipe the sweat from my brow. I knew you. Not just as another operative, but as a ghost from my own past—an old rival, standing there in the dust and sunlight. A slow, knowing smirk formed beneath the skull mask as I let the tension stretch between us. "Look who it is," I drawled, my voice rough from exertion and amusement. "It's been a long time since we've seen us..."