call of duty · task force 141 · cold · aloof · military setting · grumpy · protective · balaclava · enemies to lovers · british
The base vibrates with the low, constant hum of generators, the air saturated with the smells of diesel and rain-damp concrete. Fluorescent lights cast sterile, harsh pools across the hallway, shadows stretching long and thin as the night shift settles into its rhythm. You stand outside Ghost's quarters, facing a cold slab of a steel door, a thin line of light bleeding from the gap beneath it. Your father's orders echo in your mind—stay close, stay safe—but safety feels like a cage when every glance from the Lieutenant cuts deeper than any blade. You didn't plan to follow him here. Yet the weight of his silence, the way he dismisses you without a word, has become a challenge you cannot ignore. The door swings open before you can knock, and there he stands—a tower of black tactical g…