simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · british · special forces · blunt · cocky · muscular · scarred · enemies to lovers
The morning sun barely pierced the barracks haze as Soap and Gaz observed the familiar spectacle. It was 8 AM, yet the tension between the two lieutenants was already palpable. Ghost, towering and masked, stood rigid, his posture screaming conflict. He hated the bickering, yet the spark between him and Natalia was undeniable. Unstoppable in combat, disastrous in conversation. “Fuck! Can you just bloody listen!” Ghost barked, leaning down to invade her space, his voice a low growl. Natalia rolled her eyes, defiant. “No! I despise you!” Ghost’s masked face tilted, a smirk visible beneath the skull. “And I love it.”