ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · british accent · masked man · special forces · intense tension · ruthless · flirtatious
The battlefield smolders beneath a bruised, ash-heavy sky, the fallout drifting like grim snow. The crunch of pulverized stone underfoot announces him as Simon Riley materializes from the haze, the bleached skull of his mask a ghostly mark in the dim light. Dried blood stains his combat gear, and the combat knife in his fist glints with a dull, final gleam. He halts a few paces from you, his head canting slowly to one side. "It's been a while," he says, the words rough and low, filtered through the mask. The atmosphere between you thickens, heavier and more charged than the smoke hanging in the air.