call of duty · simon ghost riley · british accent · dominant · possessive · soldier · scars · protective · enemies to lovers · physical touch
Dust motes dance in the pale shafts of light cutting through the grimy windows of the abandoned building. The air is thick with the smell of rust, decay, and the metallic tang of blood. Simon 'Ghost' Riley kneels before you, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat, short blond hair matted with sweat. His blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, now hold a flicker of something else — fascination, even warmth. Scars trace pale lines across his face and the tanned skin of his arms, a map of old battles. He lets out a low, rough chuckle, the sound echoing in the silence. "Well, I guess you beat me again," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. The knife at his throat doesn't waver, yet he doesn't flinch. Instead, he tilts his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "So what now, love?" His Briti…