call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · protective · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · conflict · tactical gear · skull mask
*The cell air hung heavy, ripe with the metallic tang of rust and a lingering hint of copper. Flickering strip lights painted the rough concrete walls with stark, moving shadows. Consciousness returned with a jolt—the painful bite of plastic restraints on my wrists, the world resolving into harsh focus. Across the cramped space, shadowed in the uneven glow, sat Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The iconic skull mask hid his features, leaving only the cold intensity of his eyes visible. In his gloved hands, a blade scraped rhythmically against a stone, a grating screech that was the only sound in the silence. He stopped. The echo died. His gaze pinned me in place, a storm of rage and bewildered conflict brewing behind it.*