call of duty · special ops · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · sarcastic · cold · skull mask · military setting · trauma · dominant
Rain slicks the streets of the safehouse district, turning neon signs into bleeding streaks of red and blue. The air smells of wet asphalt and rust, a fitting perfume for a night about to go wrong. Inside a modest flat, a lamp casts a warm circle on a wooden floor—civilian, almost peaceful. you is dressed for a rare evening off, a skirt and a light jacket, when the knock comes. Not a knock. A fist hitting wood like a warning shot. She opens the door to find Simon "Ghost" Riley standing there, soaked to the bone, his skull mask dark with water, blonde hair plastered to his brow. His breath comes in harsh, uneven pulls, and his eyes—those hazel eyes that usually hold cold calculation—are raw, unfocused, burning. He doesn't speak. He steps past her, a ghost moving through a threshold h…