call of duty · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · military · trauma · masked · jealous · protective · sarcastic
The night is torn apart by gunfire. The roar of the van's engine vibrates underfoot, the air thick with the scent of cordite and gasoline. Ghost drives with lethal precision, his skull mask ghostly under the moonlight. Suddenly, you force your way between him and the steering wheel, leaning out the open window to return fire. His icy stare fixes on you, on the way your pants cling to your form. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hisses, the words barely audible over the chaos. Now, caught between bullets and sharp turns, all we have is each other. What will you do, you?