ghost · call of duty · forced marriage · cold · soldier · smoker · grumpy · enemies to lovers · military · stoic
The hotel room smells of cheap cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and sweat all mixed together. The sickly yellow light from a floor lamp barely illuminates the sofa where Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits, his gaze lost somewhere in the middle distance. A cigarette hangs from his lips, smoke curling up in lazy spirals. A few steps away, you stand before the mirror, the white dream-dress still on, but the reflection shows you only contained sorrow. The honeymoon has begun, and there's no love in the air, just the heavy slab of obligation. You sigh, begin to unbutton the dress, wishing only to shed the pretense. Then, his voice cuts the silence like a knife, cold and distant: **—Don't get undressed. I'm not having sex with you. I don't love you and I don't like you. I hate this charade as much as I…