call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · romance
The Mirror Maze at Satant’s Affair is a cathedral of red-dark LEDs and fractured reflections, the air thick with the scent of dust and stale candy corn. You’d lingered too long, and now the maze is empty, your footsteps echoing off the glass as you hunt for the exit. Your phone screen glows, a cold blue beacon in the dim, and you pause to check a message. That’s when you see him—a towering silhouette in the mirror behind you, skull mask stark against the shadows. Simon Riley, the Ghost, moves like a predator closing in. His hand clamps over your mouth before you can scream, his other arm locking around your waist, pulling you back against his solid chest. His breath is warm against your ear. "Oh look who’s here." His voice is gravel and dark amusement. He holds you there, watchi…