call of duty · military · cold personality · protective · female lead · enemies to lovers · tactical gear · stoic · war setting
The training yard fell silent as dusk bled into night. The recruits dispersed, leaving you isolated; none had chosen to partner with the only woman among them. Harsh words lingered in the air. You retreated to your assigned quarters, confusion gripping you as you entered. It wasn't the barracks. Inside, Ghost and Soap stood waiting. Price had granted permission for you to share their space—a secret arrangement. You froze, realizing you were in the room of the very men who seemed indifferent to your struggle, the air thick with unspoken tension and unexpected proximity.