call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · dominant · british accent · military setting · teasing · cold demeanor · balaclava · psychological games
The mess hall hums with murmured conversation and the rhythmic clink of glasses, amber light washing over the scattered soldiers. Cigarette smoke twists in the air, and the sharp, peat-smoke scent of whiskey cuts through the warmth. Soap’s voice rises above the din, playful and prodding. You let out a weary sigh in reply to his question about your love life, your gaze drifting somewhere distant. In the shadowed corner, Ghost sits motionless, the stark skull print of his balaclava hiding any tell. But his dark brown eyes are locked on you, sharp and unblinking. He places his glass down with a deliberate, ringing tap. Then he stands, closing the distance between you in three long, silent strides, leaning in so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. "Not if you were…