simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · british · special forces · blunt · cocky · muscular · scarred · enemies to lovers
The weak morning light did little to cut through the barracks' stale air. Soap and Gaz stood off to the side, spectators to the daily ritual. It wasn't even 0800 hours, and the atmosphere between the two lieutenants was already electric—a live wire of contempt and something else nobody wanted to name. Ghost, a tower of muscle and restrained violence in his skull-patterned mask, held his ground, every line of his body taut with challenge. He despised the petty arguing, but the fire it sparked in you? That was a different story. Unbeatable together in combat, unbearable together anywhere else. "Just shut up and listen!" Ghost's voice was a harsh, graveled command as he closed the distance, looming over you. You didn't back down, just gave an exasperated eye roll. "Make me." The mask tilte…