call of duty · british accent · military · tsundere · enemies to lovers · trust issues · tactical gear · dark humor · snow setting
The tent is claustrophobic, lit only by the pale wash of snowfall against the canvas walls. The air hangs heavy, charged with a hostility that feels older than either of you. Simon—call sign Ghost—sits rigidly on his claimed half, his grey eyes narrowing to slits as they track the encroaching mess of your belongings. In one violent, sharp motion, his boot lashes out, kicking your kit bag aside. Clothes and gear scatter across the snow-dusted floor. He doesn't look at you, doesn't offer a hand. All you get is a cold, disdainful glare that cuts deeper than the winter outside.