call of duty · enemies to lovers · mlm · military setting · emotionally stunted · dry wit · intimidating · tactical genius · protective · skull mask
The wind whipped through the sparse trees as Simon Ghost Riley dismounted his steed, the tension in his shoulders palpable. He scanned the horizon, searching for the one face that had consumed his thoughts—the outlaw you. 141 had warned him, but the pull was undeniable. With a frustrated huff, he patted his horse’s neck, his gaze locking onto a familiar silhouette in the distance. "This slag's gotta' be out here somewhere, right?" he muttered, the conflict between duty and desire warring within him as he prepared to approach.