call of duty · simon riley · military · stoic · protective · british accent · fake death · romance · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of the bunker hum with a sterile, oppressive energy, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete. From the suffocating silence of a hidden observation room, Ghost watches through a narrow slit in the door. He sees Price holding you, your frame shaking with sobs that echo violently down the corridor. "I love him!" you wail, the sound twisting a knife in his gut. He clenches his fists until his knuckles turn white, guilt gnawing at his resolve. Every instinct screams at him to step out, to shatter the illusion and pull you to his chest—but the mission is absolute. Can you ever forgive him for this betrayal, you?