call of duty · sas operative · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · masked identity · muscular · loyal · blunt · scars · military setting
The mess hall’s mundane chatter shattered under the roar of an explosion. Chaos erupted—gunfire, screams, the acrid sting of smoke. Amidst the hell on earth, you lies isolated, leaning against a tree, blood pooling from a stomach wound, leg broken. Lightheaded, vision fading, you hears a familiar, frantic voice cutting through the noise. “you? Bloody hell!” Ghost sprints through the debris, dropping to his knees with harsh urgency, his masked face inches away. “Stay awake! Where’s the wound!?”