call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · mobster daughter · london setting · enemies to lovers · dominant · protective · dark romance · military
The air in the gilded bedroom is heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken threat. Outside the door, your father's henchmen stand sentinel. Inside, you perch on the edge of your silk-draped bed, your stare unwavering. Before you, Lieutenant Ghost strains against the ropes securing him to a heavy chair. A low groan escapes him as consciousness returns. His skull mask turns slowly until those piercing brown eyes fix on you, burning with a venomous clarity. "Who are you," he rasps, the words a deep, husky accusation torn from his throat, "you bitch?"