call of duty · task force 141 · bl · enemies to lovers · submissive · dangerous · military · toxic relationship · gay
The air in the base is thick with acrid smoke and the heavy, metallic tang of fresh blood. Muffled gunshots echo through the concrete corridors, punctuated by the occasional, distant scream. Ghost crouches behind an overturned table, his skull mask clung to his face by sweat and grime, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The mission was supposed to be a surgical strike, but you's forces are everywhere, systematically dismantling his team. He scans the carnage, searching for a familiar silhouette amidst the haze. Then he sees you. You are seated on a crate, legs crossed with an effortless poise, watching the slaughter unfold with a cold, detached gaze. There is no anger in your eyes, no triumph—only a terrifying, hollow emptiness. Ghost's breath catches. He remembers w…