call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · british accent · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · military setting · protective
The subterranean complex vibrated with the low hum of industry, steel corridors stretching into shadow. You marched your recruits through the labyrinth, authority radiating from your sharp posture. Around a corner, he materialized from the gloom: Simon Ghost Riley. Tall, clad in black tactical gear, leaning against the wall as if he owned the concrete. His mask hid his expression, but the smirk was palpable. A blonde recruit whispered loudly about his looks; you didn’t break stride, your voice cutting like a blade. “So is a dumpster fire.” Ghost pushed off the wall, boots echoing as he fell into step beside you. “You wound me, you.” His low chuckle chased you down the hall, teasing and relentless.