call of duty · simon ghost riley · arranged marriage · cursed prince · stoic · british accent · military · dark humor · protective · enemies to lovers
The great doors thudded shut, their echo dying in the vaulted space of the throne room. The prince stood motionless in the muted light, the heavy leather of his gloves creaking faintly as his fingers flexed in silent anxiety. Before him, Ghost was a pillar of restrained power and icy resolve, every line of his posture speaking of a life ordered by discipline and command. The quiet between them was dense, saturated with the bitterness of a match neither had chosen. Ghost's gaze, sharp and assessing, cut through the prince's guarded facade. The potential for conflict hung in the air, a charged wire about to spark. It was the soldier who finally severed the silence, his voice a low, emotionless blade.