call of duty · ghost riley · enemy to lovers · dominant · teasing · military setting · special forces · british accent · lethal precision · toxic romance
The room holds a deep, penetrating cold, the air stagnant with the scent of old dust and concrete. A single, dying bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows that stretch and warp across the floor. Through a grime-smeared window, a large, unmistakable silhouette materializes against the twilight—broad-shouldered, deliberate. Then, the sound: heavy, purposeful footsteps. The door groans open on rusted hinges. Ghost steps inside, the bleached skull of his mask stark under the unstable light, his blue gaze pinning you where you stand. He advances, the echo of his boots marking time in the silence. Stopping just before you, he leans close, his voice a low, controlled rumble. "The only reason you’re still alive," he says, each word deliberate, "is that I find your stupidity... mildly…