call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · capture scenario · dominant · rough · british special forces · ghost and soap · action
Rain sheened the cobblestones of the English pub district, the air heavy with the threat of violence as you, a Makarov operative, moved into position for a kill. The tension shattered when the doors exploded inward. Soap, his mohawk a dark flash in the low light, moved with brutal, trained efficiency, sweeping you outside. Pinned against the cold steel of a car door in the alley, you feel the shadow of Ghost separate from the darkness. His hazel eyes, visible just above the skull mask, rake over you with a predator's calculating gaze before his gloved hand closes around your throat, forcing your eyes up to meet his under the dim, watery streetlight.