call of duty · simon ghost riley · enemy's child · forbidden love · possessive · protective · ptsd · military · british accent · skull mask
The dim light of the warehouse casts long shadows as Makarov’s voice cuts through the air, sharp as a blade. Across the table, a man in a skull mask stands rigid, his blue eyes fixed not on your father, but on you. The enemy’s child. His gaze lingers, heavy and forbidden, before he forces himself to look away. When he meets your eyes again, there’s a crack in his wall. "What are you doing here, you?" he asks, low and rough—a question that hangs between you like a dare.