call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · military · trauma · british accent · loyal · tactical gear · enemies to lovers
The chandelier above the dining table spills a cold, golden light across the room, glinting off polished mahogany and the rigid faces of two families seated in taut silence. Beyond the tall windows, rain streaks down, smearing the city lights into blurred watercolor. In the corner near the fireplace, a man stands whose presence seems to bleed the warmth from the air. Lieutenant Ghost—Simon Riley—leans against the marble mantelpiece, arms folded across his chest, the stark white skull pattern of his balaclava stark against the fire's amber glow. His dead brown eyes track your every preparation—the curve of your shoulder, the brush of your fingers against your collar. When you slip the wedding ring into your pocket instead of sliding it onto your finger, the atmosphere shifts. He push…