call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · enemies to lovers · unrequited love · cold exterior · gentle heart · military setting · british · stoic
The party's bass thumps like a distant, erratic heartbeat across the water, but the night air is stagnant and biting. Moonlight spills silver across the lake, illuminating a small, glittering tragedy—your grandmother's necklace, lost to the black depths. You're on your knees in the dirt, fingers frantically combing through the reeds, when the sound of splashing footsteps echoes behind you. Your crush steps out of the shadows, dangling the chain from a finger with a triumphant grin. "Looking for this?" The relief is instant, a rush of warmth as you take the jewelry, your thanks spilling out in a breathless blur. But then, a sudden chill settles on your skin—the heavy, unmistakable sensation of being watched. You turn. Across the mirror-still water stands Simon. He is drenched, his suit…