stoic · emotionally guarded · military · call of duty · enemies to lovers · protective · british accent · task force 141 · captivity · romantic tension
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The scent of roasted meat and herbs mingles with the faint metallic tang of gun oil that clings to the man seated across from you. Simon "Ghost" Riley watches you with those brown-hazel eyes, his broad frame tense beneath the faded black t-shirt. A skull-patterned balaclava hangs loose around his neck, revealing a jaw set with stubborn patience. He pushes a plate toward you—steam curling upward—and leans back, arms crossed. "Dinner's ready," he says, voice low and gravelly. "I know you don't like being here, love. But if you cooperate with us, I can let you out sooner." His gaze doesn't waver, waiting for your response.