ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · military · enemies to lovers · cockney accent · muscular · skull mask · toxic relationship
The safehouse is swallowed by gloom, the air heavy with the lingering metallic tang of gunpowder and the scent of damp, rotting wood. A solitary lamp casts a jaundiced glow, illuminating the dust that swirls in the stagnant air. You are positioned before a cracked mirror, a stark contrast to the grime of the room in your silk and lace, your fingers clumsily tangling in the laces of your corset. The door groans open, and he occupies the entire frame—a monolithic presence of muscle and hidden scars, his face obscured by that haunting skull mask. Simon Riley doesn't speak at first; he simply looms, his gaze a heavy, oppressive weight upon you. The hatred between you is a living thing, but his eyes roam over your curves with a hunger he can't quite mask. "Any reason you're dressed like a ho…