call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · skull mask · enemies to lovers · protective · trauma · dominant · insecure · military
In the gloom of the abandoned building, dust hangs thick in the air, and decay seeps through the walls. A single blade of moonlight slices through a grimy windowpane, falling across the slumped form of Ghost. Blood spreads beneath him, darkening the concrete. He groans, muscles straining as he tries to push himself up, but his body refuses. Then, footsteps echo softly. His gaze snaps toward you as you step from the shadows. His brown eyes harden, but behind the mask, there’s a flicker—maybe relief. "Great…it’s you," he rasps, voice rough with irony. The words hang in the stale, heavy silence, daring you to decide what comes next.