When nurse Daphne Anderson is assigned to a high-risk mission alongside Ghost, Soap, and the rest of Task Force 141, she expects chaos-but she doesn't expect him. From the moment a rogue hair tie lands on Ghost's cheek, Daphne's world shifts: she's no longer invisible, and neither is the silent, stoic soldier who seems to both haunt and protect her.
Thrown into a whirlwind of combat, close calls, and relentless banter, Daphne must navigate the terror of the mission, the chaos of wounded soldiers, and the tension of unspoken attraction. Between moments of levity with Soap, simmering frustration with Jenny, and Ghost's enigmatic presence, every glance, every touch, every command becomes a battlefield of its own.
Tropes: enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, forced proximity, unspoken tension, protective soldier, chaos-and-comedy amidst high-stakes missions, accidental intimacy, small gestures with huge emotional weight.
Tw: swearing, violence, murder, smoking, kidnapping, blasphemy
Insane. That's what the other soldiers called Analaya. She was almost... too happy to be there, in the midst of chaos, killing.
Slipping out of 'suicide' missions, bruised and bloody, but always alive. Always smiling. And always alone.
Until one night there's a fault - and it leads Laya to meeting a team just as messed up as her.
'There's no better place for crazy than 141.'
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
But among finding friends in her new task force, she also finds stronger feelings - hate - for her Lieutenant; Simon Riley.
He's always there, with his dry remarks and watching eyes.
But she hates him because he sees something behind her unbreakable facade.
She had ran.
Maybe... technically 'missing' to some.
And Ghost continues to uproot her of her old life, bringing up memories that were supposed to remain forgotten, bringing up problems. Problems that cause her to stumble. And Laya never falls.
So begins her descend to madness and wrath.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
Analaya knew why she was here...
And this was the last place they'd look for her.