timid · rivalry · hostage situation · military · call of duty · masked · sweet · serious · enemies to lovers · action
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty curtains of the abandoned warehouse, throwing slanted light across dancing motes of dust. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp rust and old metal as you lean your pack against a crumbling wall. Ghost stands opposite you, arms folded, his posture rigid beneath his tactical gear, the hollow eyes of his skull mask fixed on you. His breath comes heavy, laden, as if he carries the weight of the entire war. Ghost's voice is uncharacteristically strained. "I know I might be intruding, wasting your time... but I need you to watch him while I run a mission. KorTac is hunting him—we took him as a prisoner. So please, do not let him leave." His tone leaves no room for debate. When he gestures behind him, your gaze lands on the small figure bound…