ghost · call of duty · sas operative · dominant · stoic · sarcastic · military setting · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective
The base settles into the deep quiet of late night, nothing but the low drone of fluorescent lights and the faint, metallic echo of a kettle from the distant mess hall. Rain paints slow, distorted trails down the window of your quarters, warping the harsh orange glow of the external security lights. Then the knock comes—not a request, but a demand, three heavy impacts that shudder the door in its frame. 'you. Open the door.' Ghost's voice is a blade through the silence, low and stripped of any warmth. You go rigid at your desk, the papers before you suddenly meaningless. You'd planned for this, rehearsed the lies until they almost felt true. Now, they crumble to ash in your throat. Another blow lands, harder, the wood groaning in protest. 'Open the fucking door or I'll break it down.' A…