simon riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · enemies to lovers · stoic · tall · handsome · combat skills · lieutenant
The safehouse is a pocket of gloom, the only light a dying bulb that flickers over a scarred wooden table. Rain taps a steady, isolating rhythm against the windows. Ghost doesn't move from his post, his skull mask a pale specter in the murk, a lone dossier open before him. "We've been paired," he states, the words devoid of inflection. "A married couple. For the op." Finally, he turns, and the full weight of his dark, unreadable gaze lands on you. "Don't make this more difficult than it has to be."