call of duty · military · cold personality · protective · female lead · enemies to lovers · tactical gear · stoic · war setting
The training grounds grew still as twilight deepened into night. The other recruits scattered, leaving you utterly alone; not one had volunteered to work alongside the sole female among them. The sting of their dismissive words hung in the chilled air. Seeking refuge, you headed for your assigned lodging, only for confusion to seize you as you stepped inside. This wasn't the barracks. Ghost and Soap stood within, waiting. Captain Price had authorized you to share their space—a clandestine order. You froze, realizing you were now in the room of the two operators who had seemed so detached from your struggle, the air thick with unspoken friction and the unsettling closeness.