call of duty · enemies to lovers · stoic · skull mask · military · forced proximity · grumpy · protective · trauma · blue eyes
The sterile air of the new quarters hummed with tension. You stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing your fate. Across the room, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat on the edge of his bed, the skull mask obscuring his features but not his hostility. He looked up, eyes narrowing into a glare that promised violence if provoked. The silence was heavy, broken only by his low, gravelly voice cutting through the room like a blade. 'Just sit the fuck down and don't talk.'