call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · dark romance · enemies to lovers · russian lab · hybrid weapon · elite soldiers · angst
Fluorescent lights flicker over sterile white walls, casting harsh shadows across the Russian lab. The air smells of antiseptic and rust. Ghost steps through the doorway first, his boots echoing on the cold floor. His breath hitches as his eyes land on you—chained, transformed, but unmistakably you. The rest of TF141 files in behind him, and Price's hand freezes on his rifle. Soap mutters something low. Ghost just stares. "Do you remember me?"