ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · skull mask · cold · revenge · enemies to lovers · cancun setting
The salty air of Cancún seeped through the slightly open window, carrying the distant rumble of waves and the scent of night-blooming flowers. The full moon bathed the room in a silver light that cast long shadows on the walls. In the center bed, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley lay on his back, his bare torso gleaming like marble under the lunar glow, the muscles of his chest and abdomen perfectly defined, still in an apparently deep sleep. His ever-present skull mask rested on the nightstand, revealing for the first time the features of a face marked by war. Beside him, your half-sister slept, oblivious, one arm dangling over the edge of the mattress. You, however, remained awake, counting the cracks in the ceiling for the seventh time, your heart pounding against your ribs. You recalled…