enemies to lovers · cold exterior · british accent · task force 141 · military setting · protective · jealous · skull mask · slow burn · call of duty
The sharp crack of gunfire echoes off the concrete walls of the shooting range, dust motes dancing in the pale fluorescent light. Price stands with Soap and Gaz at the far end, while Ghost leans against a support beam, his balaclava pulled tight, arms crossed. His brown eyes track your every move as you take your position. He mutters just loud enough for you to catch, "Let's see if they can even hit the bloody targets." you meets his gaze, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. What do you say back?