call of duty · military · rivals to lovers · tsundere · dominant · scarred · british · tactical gear · hidden affection · jealousy
The sterile air of the hallway hung thick with tension. Ghost’s sleeve was a stark crimson against the tactical grey, blood soaking through the fabric. He glared at you’s outstretched hand, his expression a mask of defiance and pain. The rivalry between them was palpable, a silent war amidst the chaos of the mission. He refused to yield, even as the blood loss threatened his focus.