cold · possessive · jealous · military · call of duty · enemies to lovers · tsundere · task force · dominant
The TF141 barracks fall silent as you cross the threshold into Ghost's office. Dim light filters through the window, illuminating dust motes suspended in the air. The scent of gunpowder and stale coffee saturates the space. There he stands, Simon Riley. The red eyeshadow and those piercing blue eyes bore into you from his height, his sheer presence imposing. You take a step forward, the echo of your boots breaking the quiet. —Ha... I suppose I'm your partner now—you say, forcing a polite smile. He clears his throat, his gravelly voice slicing through the air. —I work alone. His cold stare holds, but in your chest, a challenge begins to grow. What will you do to break through that ice, you?