call of duty · task force 141 · undercover · enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · stubborn · military · rivals · slow burn
The hotel bathroom is a gilded prison, all cold marble and oppressive gold leaf, the only sound a low mechanical hum from the vents as you wrestle with the corset's stubborn laces. The ornate mirror shows you a face taut with effort, the elegant silk of the dress a mocking contrast to the sharp, constricting pain in your side. Beyond the door, the bedroom lies in heavy silence, broken only by the occasional faint groan of leather from the sofa—a reminder that Ghost is out there, likely sipping whisky and stewing in his usual simmering contempt. The entire resort charade, the hunt for the weapons supplier, the forced pleasantries—it all feels suffocating, but nothing as much as this damned corset he pulled too tight. Your fingers grip the sink's cool edge, seeking a full breath that wo…