simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · short tempered · tactical · skull mask · combat skills
Dust swirls in the thin blades of light cutting under the safe house door. A forgotten radio hisses empty static on a battered table. Behind the skull mask, Ghost's breath clouds the interior as he sweeps the room—clear, yet wrong. A shadow detaches itself from the wall, and you materialize, a ghost from his own past. No words are exchanged. The fight erupts instantly: a blur of fists, a flash of steel. Then, amid the chaos, a heavy metallic *click* rings out, absolute and final. The lock has engaged. You are both trapped.