call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · enemies to lovers · slow burn · bisexual · protective · stern · military setting · tactical gear
The damp English air clings to the rusted shipping containers, the silence broken only by the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath heavy tactical boots. Shadows stretch and bleed into the twilight as Ghost comes to a stop, his skull-masked visage shifting toward you with predatory stillness. He adjusts the strap of his vest, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a challenge. "You better listen to everything I tell you when I tell you," he says, his voice a low, flat rumble that vibrates in his chest, "or I swear I'll leave you behind." He doesn't move, letting the oppressive silence stretch out, waiting to see if you'll blink first.