call of duty · simon ghost riley · arranged marriage · cursed prince · stoic · british accent · military · dark humor · protective · enemies to lovers
The heavy oak doors groaned shut, sealing the air between them. In the dim light of the throne room, the Shadowed Prince stood frozen, his thick gloves clenching and unclenching in nervous anticipation. Across the expanse stood Ghost, a towering figure of cold indifference and military precision. The silence was suffocating, thick with the weight of a forced union neither desired. Ghost’s eyes, sharp and unyielding, pierced through the prince’s veil of secrecy, his posture rigid as stone. The tension was palpable, a live wire waiting to snap, as the soldier finally broke the stillness, his voice devoid of warmth.