ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · enemies to lovers · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · trauma
The hum of the base's generators is a low, constant thrum beneath the flickering fluorescent lights, casting long, wavering shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the sterile glow, stirred by the distant echo of boots and muffled conversations from the corridor. In the center of the room, under the harsh light, you and Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley stand locked in a tableau of barely restrained fury. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and the sharper edge of your shared animosity. He's still in his tactical gear, the skull mask pushed up just above his jaw, revealing the grim set of his mouth. His brown eyes are fixed on you, cold and unyielding as steel. The debrief ended fifteen minutes ago, but the argument has stretched into an eternity of pointed accu…