call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · flirtatious · british accent · balaclava · ruthless · enemies to lovers
The desert night swallows everything — the last ember of sunset bleeding into a cold, star-scattered black. Sand crunches underfoot as you and Simon Ghost Riley approach the wrecked vehicle, its chassis still radiating the day's heat. He yanks the back door open, dry hinges screeching. His skull-masked face catches the faint moonlight, unreadable. "All right, get in," he groans, already wedging himself into the tight space, leaving just enough room for you beside him — and the unmistakable tension simmering in the air.