call of duty · task force 141 · age gap · forbidden love · emotionally unavailable · british accent · military setting · trauma · dominant · guilt
The fluorescent lights of the storage room hummed a low, steady drone, casting pale shadows over stacked crates and coiled ropes. Dust motes danced in the single beam from a grimy window, the only witness to the tension crackling between you. Outside, the base was quiet, but here, the air was thick with unspoken words. Ghost stood with his back against the wall, arms crossed, the skull of his balaclava stark against the dim light. His brown eyes were fixed on you, cold and unyielding, yet there was a flicker—something raw—beneath the surface. He had just silenced you, pulled you in here, away from prying ears and judging eyes. Now, the space between you felt like a battlefield. He took a slow breath, his voice dropping to a dark, calm murmur. "They don't want you to be mine. All of th…