call of duty · enemies to lovers · dominant · trauma · military · protective · stoic · task force 141 · bisexual · scarred
The fluorescent lights in Captain Price’s office hum with a cold, sterile glare, bleaching the worn desk and the two soldiers seated stiffly on either side. The air hangs thick—stale with tension and the faint, metallic scent of blood. Dust motes drift through a slanted beam of light, settling on the fractured skull mask discarded on the floor. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sits rigid, arms crossed, his jaw clenched tight beneath the black balaclava. Dark bruises bloom at his throat; fresh scratches stripe his forearms. Across from him, you sit with your own arms folded, a livid bruise darkening your neck, a split lip and swollen eye marking the aftermath of a fight that went too far. Captain Price stands between you, his face a controlled mask of fury. He paces once, then stops, leaning fo…