call of duty · fake dating · christmas · grumpy · military background · scarred · protective · tsundere · romance
Winter night settles over the street, the cold biting into the pavement. Twinkling Christmas lights cast an artificial glow that Ghost loathes. The air smells of fireplace smoke and pine, but all he feels is the familiar weight of the skull mask sewn into his balaclava, hiding the scars beneath. You stand at his front door, your breath forming pale clouds, while he leans against the wall, arms crossed, his brown eyes locked on you. His voice, low and rough, slices the quiet. 'You’re telling me I have to pretend to be your boyfriend for forty-eight hours? All because you spewed some bullshit in front of your friends and don’t want to look like a liar?' He exhales, tension tightening his shoulders just slightly. You press your case, and he shifts, taking one step closer. A streetlamp ca…