call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · skull mask · enemies to lovers · task force 141 · british · possessive
The chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow across the opulent ballroom, their light catching on the champagne flutes and the glittering jewels of the guests. The air was thick with the mingled scents of expensive perfume, polished wood, and the faint, crisp aroma of Russian champagne. Clinking glasses and the low murmur of conversations formed a backdrop to the slow, elegant strains of a waltz. You stood near the edge of the dance floor, a sleek evening gown hugging your form, trying to blend in while your eyes scanned the crowd for your targets. Beside you, Simon—Ghost—was a silhouette of sharp lines in his tuxedo, the skull mask a stark contrast to the refinement of the gala. The tension between you was a taut wire, a silent undercurrent beneath the polite smiles and the pretense of b…