call of duty · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sas soldier · dominant · trauma · masked · secret crush · military setting · british
The yellow hallway light flickers across the grimy floor of the apartment. The clock reads two in the morning. From the threshold, a formidable silhouette watches you: Ghost, arms crossed, the skull mask shadowed by the gloom. The smell of alcohol precedes you. "Who the hell do you think you are, coming in at this hour?" His deep voice cuts through the silence, but his brown eyes, visible behind the mask, show a glint of relief. "Things could've happened to you out there alone..." he says, lower, and the worry trembles in his chest. What are you supposed to say to him now?