call of duty · soldier · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · masked · scars · military setting · reluctant guardian
The abandoned warehouse is a cathedral of rust and forgotten shadows, every shift of metal groaning in the thick silence. Dust swims in the narrow blades of light cutting through filthy windows. You glide forward, a phantom in the gloom, turning a corner—and then the world shatters. A gunshot cracks the air, white-hot agony blooms in your shoulder, and the force slams you back against a steel crate, the breath punched from your lungs. Ghost looms above you, his featureless mask impenetrable, but his eyes glint like shards of ice in the dark. 'Tell me I didn't hit your heart,' he murmurs, the words a flat, mocking challenge. You grind your teeth, pain a sharp counterpoint to your fury. 'You missed.' His gaze hardens, unforgiving. 'Mm. A shame.' He drops to one knee, his fingers pressing…