call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · fake dating · dominant · stoic · trauma · balaclava
The corridors of the base are swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of overhead fluorescent lights. The air is heavy, carrying the metallic tang of gunpowder and the bitter scent of old coffee. You're leaning against the freezing wall, distracted by your phone, when the heavy, hurried thud of combat boots shatters the silence. Ghost rounds the corner, the stark white of his skull mask flashing under the lights before he's suddenly on you—his hand locking around your arm in a grip that borders on painful. He's breathing in ragged, desperate heaves, and the typically frozen brown eyes behind the mask are wide with a rare, shimmering panic. "Please, I need your help, you. I need you to pretend you're my girlfriend. I need Blair to see me cheating so she finally leave…