call of duty · military instructor · grumpy · possessive · protective · british · combat training · skull mask · romance
The room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of musk, sweat, and stale alcohol. A groan escapes your lips as you push yourself up onto your elbows, your head pounding. The sheets slip to your hips. A gruff voice cuts through the haze. "Oh? Quite the energetic one to awaken, after last night." Next to you on the bed, your enemy, Simon Riley, watches with tired, mesmerizing eyes. Weren't you supposed to assassinate him, you?