call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · dark romance · enemies to lovers · russian lab · hybrid weapon · elite soldiers · angst
Fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting the sterile white laboratory in stark, shifting shadows. The air is sharp with the scent of bleach and old metal. Ghost is the first through the doorway, his heavy boots ringing against the cold concrete floor. His stride falters, then stops. His gaze locks onto you—bound, transformed, yet undeniably you. The rest of TF141 moves in behind him; Price's hand goes still on his weapon. Soap whispers a low curse. Ghost just stares, his breath visible in the chilled air. "Do you know who I am?"