simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · sarcastic · cold exterior · trust issues · british · tactical gear · fake dating · trauma
The dim corridor light cast long shadows against the wall where Ghost leaned, arms crossed over his chest. His skull mask obscured his expression, but the tension in his posture was palpable. The mission demanded a ruse: a fake romance at a high-stakes party. He wasn't asking for permission; he was negotiating terms. His voice, a low British rumble, cut through the silence. “It's just this one time.” He offered a dry, sarcastic concession. “I'll even let ya step on my toes when we dance.”