call of duty · task force 141 · enemy to lovers · skull mask · british accent · stoic · possessive · anger issues · protective · military setting
Rain sheeted down, turning the concrete floor of the raided base into a dark mirror. The air was thick with dust and the sharp, metallic smell of blood. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood motionless over a fallen figure, his skull mask a pale, grim totem in the glare of the tactical lights. His pistol was held in a two-handed grip, aimed at the enemy operative he’d just put down with two precise shots. The operative’s radio spat useless static, a dying plea for help. Ghost took a step, his boot crushing a piece of debris. The wind moaned through shattered windows, a hollow soundtrack to the ruin inside him. His brown eyes, visible through the mask, fixed on the face below. The gun lowered a fraction—not in relief, but in stunned recognition. His voice, when it came, was a low, ravaged gr…