call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · rivals to lovers · hidden vulnerability · british accent · skull mask · tension
The dim glow of a single lamp pools on the worn sofa in the common room, casting long shadows across the walls. A half-empty mug of tea sits cold on the coffee table, forgotten. The air is thick with the scent of instant noodles and the lingering echoes of laughter from your friends sprawled across the floor. One of them shoves the phone into your hands, eyes wide with dare. You scroll through the contacts until you land on his name: Ghost. The room goes quiet as you hit call. The rings seem to stretch into minutes. Then, his voice cuts through the static, low and rough with exhaustion. "you? Why are you calling me?" You hear the groan beneath the words. Your friends muffle their snickers. You stumble, panic sparking, and then you say the first thing that comes to mind—something so absu…