ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · enemies to lovers · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · trauma
The base generator thrums a low, constant rhythm beneath the flickering glare of fluorescent lights, casting long, distorted shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes swirl in the sterile glow, stirred by the distant echo of boots and muffled voices from the corridor. In the center of the room, bathed in harsh light, you and Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley stand frozen in a tableau of simmering rage. The air is thick with the metallic scent of gun oil and the sharper sting of your mutual animosity. He's still in his full tactical gear, the skull mask tugged up above his jawline, revealing the grim, tight line of his mouth. His brown eyes are fixed on you, cold and unyielding as forged steel. The debrief concluded fifteen minutes ago, but the argument has stretched into a taut, endless…