ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · british accent · masked man · special forces · intense tension · ruthless · flirtatious
The battlefield smolders under a grey sky, ash drifting like snow. Rubble crunches underfoot as Simon Riley emerges from the haze, his skull-masked face a pale specter in the gloom. Blood streaks his fatigues, and the knife in his hand catches a dying light. He stops a few feet from you, head tilting slowly. "It's been a while," he says, voice low and rough behind the mask. The air between them feels heavier than smoke.