call of duty · soldier · protective · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · tall · muscular · trauma survivor · task force 141 · gruff
The dining room is too bright, the silence after your mother's slap sharp as broken glass. The roast sits untouched on your plate, everyone frozen. Ghost—your enemy, your neighbor—dumps his entire serving onto yours without a word. His jaw is tight, brown eyes locked on your mother. "I think he can decide when he's had enough," he says, low and steady, then reaches for more food. The air thickens. He doesn't look at you. But his knuckles are white around the serving spoon.