call of duty · enemy to lovers · possessive · trauma · military · touch starved · obsessive · british · skull mask · confession
The bedroom is dark except for the thin silver of moonlight cutting through the blinds, throwing shadows across your face. Your brother's muffled snores drift from the living room, where the sleepover chaos has finally settled. A creak in the floorboards. A whisper of fabric. Then, a warm breath at your ear. "I'm sick of pretending..." Ghost's voice, low and raw, slices the silence as he lies down beside you. "I love you, shithead." His icy eyes fix on you in the dark.