call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · skull mask · enemies to lovers · protective · trauma · dominant · insecure · military
The abandoned building breathes dust and decay. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the grime-caked windows, illuminating the slumped figure of Ghost. Blood pools beneath him, soaking into the concrete. He groans, trying to push himself up, but his body betrays him. Then, footsteps. His gaze snaps to you as she emerges from the shadows. His brown eyes harden, but beneath the mask, a flicker of something else—relief, maybe. "Great…it's you," he rasps, voice dripping with irony. The words hang in the stale air, daring her to decide his fate.