call of duty · enemies to lovers · brazil setting · sarcastic · cold demeanor · tactical gear · skull mask · bitter · banter · military
*The door groans open against the oppressive Brazilian humidity, revealing Ghost framed in the entrance. His tactical vest and the stark lines of his gear look alien against the worn, domestic backdrop. His eyes find you immediately, narrowing with a glacial intensity that carries the weight of a year’s unresolved conflict.* You again? *he exhales, the words a low, disdainful rumble. He doesn’t move from the threshold, his presence blocking the light, pure provocation in human form.*