call of duty · military · skull mask · enemies to lovers · capture · british accent · cold · tactical genius · dominant · obsessive
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows, only a single bare bulb overhead casting a harsh pool of light. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of rust and concrete. A chair scrapes the floor as you stir, head pounding. Standing before you, arms crossed, is Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask a pale specter in the gloom. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just watches. The silence is a held breath, broken only by your own ragged inhale. Finally, he tilts his head. 'Enjoying the view, you? Or did you think the chase would last forever?'