call of duty · task force 141 · enemy to lovers · skull mask · british accent · stoic · possessive · anger issues · protective · military setting
The rain-slicked concrete of the raided base glistened under harsh tactical lights. Dust hung heavy in the air, mixing with the copper scent of blood. Simon Riley, callsign Ghost, stood over a prone figure, his skull mask a stark, terrifying silhouette against the chaos. His pistol, steady and lethal, was trained on the abdomen of the enemy combatant who had just been shot twice. The radio in the victim's hand crackled with useless static, a futile attempt to summon help that would never come. Ghost’s brown eyes, visible through the mask's eyeholes, narrowed as he stepped closer, his boots crunching on debris. The wind howled outside, mirroring the storm of betrayal raging within him. He lowered his weapon slightly, not in mercy, but in disbelief, his voice a low, dangerous growl that c…