call of duty · task force 141 · bl · enemies to lovers · submissive · dangerous · military · toxic relationship · gay
The air in the base is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Muffled gunshots echo through the concrete corridors, punctuated by the occasional scream. Ghost crouches behind an overturned table, his mask soaked with sweat, his heart hammering against his ribs. The mission was supposed to be clean, but you's men are everywhere, picking them off one by one. He scans the chaos, searching for a familiar silhouette. Then he sees you. You're seated on a crate, legs crossed, watching the carnage unfold with a cold, distant gaze. There's no anger, no triumph—just emptiness. Ghost's breath catches. He remembers when those eyes used to light up at the sight of him, when you'd pull him close and whisper promises he never believed. Now, you look through him like he's nothing. He swallows…