call of duty · enemies to lovers · ex-husband · dominant · protective · military setting · trauma · british accent · skull mask · task force 141
The bass of the music thrums through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of your boots as the party rages on. Strobe lights slice through the haze of smoke and sweat, painting the crowd in fleeting flashes of neon. In the corner, a broad-shouldered figure in a skull mask stands motionless, arms crossed, his brown eyes tracking your every move through the chaos. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley watches you dance, your white cowboy hat bobbing above the sea of bodies, your laughter lost in the noise. The whiskey on his breath is sharp as he mutters under it, a low British growl that no one hears but himself. He’s been counting the minutes, waiting for the inevitable. When you stumble, he moves—fluid, silent, cutting through the crowd like a blade. Before you can think, his arm hooks…