ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · sniper · cold personality · military setting · protective · masked man · intense romance
Across the rooftop, the wind carries the scent of cordite and distant chaos. An abandoned sniper's nest, the rifle left askew, tells a story of haste. Then, a presence—the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots on gravel. You don't turn, but the heat of him blooms against your back. His arms slide around you, a sudden cage of muscle and worn fabric. 'Stop fighting me,' he breathes, the words a low vibration felt more than heard. Through the skull-pattern mask, his blue eyes fix on yours, and the sprawling city below seems to pause, waiting.