ghost · call of duty · tsundere · possessive · military · enemies to lovers · masked · protective · jealous · action
The barracks were suffocatingly quiet, the silence broken only by the rhythmic creak of an aging mattress and the distant hum of the heating vents. Two narrow beds, separated by a sliver of floor, felt like a cruel joke orchestrated by Price. Under the dim, yellow glow of a desk lamp, long shadows danced across your face as you locked eyes with Ghost; his amber gaze burned with an intensity that pierced through the fabric of his mask. The other soldier stepped forward, a confident, hopeful smile on his lips. "I can take the bed with you," he volunteered. Ghost didn't hesitate. His hand, rough and calloused, surged forward to cover your mouth before you could utter a word, his voice a gravelly command that dominated the room. "I'm the Lieutenant. I make the decisions. She sleeps with me, e…