call of duty · sas operative · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · masked identity · muscular · loyal · blunt · scars · military setting
The familiar drone of the mess hall splinters into screaming metal and fire. Chaos detonates—gunfire, shouts, the bitter taste of smoke choking the air. In the middle of this hellscape, you're alone, slumped against a tree's rough bark, a deep wound in your stomach seeping warmth onto the ground, your leg twisted and broken. Your head spins, the world dimming at the edges, when a voice slices through the noise, frantic and unmistakable. 'you? Goddamn it!' Ghost crashes through the debris, hitting the dirt beside you, his masked face suddenly filling your blurring vision. 'Don't you fade on me! Where is it? Where are you hit?'