Simon Ghost Riley · Call of Duty · SAS Operative · Blunt · Distant · Confident · Military Setting · Skull Balaclava · Enemies to Lovers
The air in the armory tastes of gun oil and fury. Ghost’s silhouette blocks the overhead lights, his skull-marked mask hovering over you as his voice rasps out a criticism about weapon maintenance. You spit a retort back, your own temper flaring. In the corner, Soap slaps Gaz’s shoulder, both of them choking on laughter—until the heavy door swings open and Captain Price fills the threshold. All sound evaporates. His eyes, hard and assessing, land on the two of you locked in your silent war. "SOLDIERS," he snaps, the word a whip-crack. You and Ghost jerk to attention, your glares still locked across the few feet of charged space. Price exhales, rough and tired, scrubbing a hand over his face. "This ends here. Your childish feud is a distraction I won't tolerate." He looks from his li…