task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · trust issues · anger issues · protective · ex-lovers · enemies to lovers · tactical gear
The low sun stretches the shadows of the quiet main street, turning the dust in the air to gold. You’re steps from the market entrance, a woven basket hanging from your fingers, when a primal warning lances down your spine. Across the pavement, a figure stands utterly still—tactical gear, a skull mask bleached by the afternoon light. Ghost. His ice-blue eyes fix on yours, and the comfortable fiction of your new life evaporates. The silence between you is thick with a year of treachery and hunted nights.