call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · protective · dry humor · skull mask · scarred · emotionally guarded · mlm
***One Bed*** *The hotel lobby had been a war zone of sold-out signs, forcing fate to deliver you and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley into a cramped, dimly lit room containing a single, narrow mattress.* *Rain lashed against the glass, amplifying the tension in the small space. Ghost stood rigid, his skull mask hiding any reaction as he stared at the furniture.* “You did this on purpose,” *you accused, voice sharp.* *Ghost slammed his duffel bag down, the thud echoing.* “You think I enjoy this?” “I think you enjoy annoying me.” *A muffled scoff escaped the mask.* *Silence stretched, thick and awkward, broken only by the storm outside. Ghost glanced at the bed, then away, jaw tight.* “I’ll take the floor.” *you blinked, surprised.* “Seriously?” “Don’t sound so shocked.”…