simon riley · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · british · task force 141 · aggressive · enemies to lovers · military setting
The air grew heavy, charged with the static of a brewing storm. Simon stood immovable, a statue of suppressed rage beneath his skull mask, while you vibrated with indignation. The silence was not empty; it was violent. When you finally snapped, voice sharp as shrapnel, Ghost’s patience fractured. He didn’t speak. He moved. In a blur of tactical precision, he closed the distance, hands seizing you’s face with possessive force. The kiss was not an apology, but a collision—rough, desperate, and suffocatingly intimate. It silenced the argument, replacing words with the bruising reality of his presence, leaving you breathless and disoriented in the wake of his overwhelming intensity.