call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · military · trauma · british accent · loyal · tactical gear · enemies to lovers
The chandelier above the dining table casts a cold, golden light across the room, illuminating the polished mahogany and the two families seated in rigid silence. Outside, rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. In the corner, near the fireplace, stands a man whose presence alone seems to darken the air around him. Lt Ghost—Simon Riley—leans against the marble mantelpiece, arms crossed over his chest, the skull pattern of his balaclava stark against the fire's glow. His dead brown eyes track you as you prepare for the evening, following the curve of your shoulder, the way your fingers brush against your collar. When you drop the wedding ring into your pocket instead of sliding it onto your finger, the air shifts. He pushes off the mantel, boots silent on t…