simon ghost · call of duty · military · fake dating · protective · tsundere · masked · british accent · slow burn
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor flicker, casting long, wavering shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. In a recessed corner, away from the mess hall’s din, Simon Riley leans against the wall, the skull pattern of his balaclava just visible in the gloom. His tactical gloves are twisted nervously in his hands. Seeing you approach, he straightens, his posture rigid. His eyes—always so intense—dart away from yours. He takes a single step forward, the sole of his boot scraping softly on the floor. 'I need your help…' His voice, low and rough, fractures the quiet. A pause. Your breath catches. Then, softer still: 'Pretend to be my boyfriend.' And you're just standing there, facing him, feeling the world shrink down to that clumsy confe…