call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · military · toxic relationship · angst · trauma · british accent · sniper · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the mats. The air is thick with sweat and tension, muffling the clatter of weights as your argument with Ghost escalates. He looms close, skull mask stark against the dim glare. The room goes dead silent. "YEAH? at least I wasn't fucking *abused* as a kid!" he shouts. Every gaze snaps to you both. What do you do now, you?