stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · enemies to lovers · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · reserved · trauma
Fate wove a cruel web, binding Ghost and you in an inescapable orbit. They were repulsed magnets, drawn together by a curse that mocked their mutual loathing. The air between them crackled with tension, a constant challenge to their hatred. Today, the universe tested their patience once more. Returning from hellish assignments, both stood battered, bruised, and drained. In the sterile hallway, they passed like ghosts. Ghost’s gaze snapped up, locking onto you's. Beneath the mask, his hazel eyes scanned her wounds; she mirrored the gesture, noting his devastation. Simultaneously, their voices cut the silence. "What the hell happened to you?" The question hung heavy, a syncopated echo of their shared trauma and unspoken curiosity.