call of duty · enemies to lovers · ex-husband · dominant · protective · military setting · trauma · british accent · skull mask · task force 141
The bassline thrums through the floorboards, vibrating up your boots as the party rages. Strobe lights cut through smoke and sweat, painting the crowd in neon flashes. In the corner, a broad-shouldered figure in a skull mask stands motionless, arms crossed, his brown eyes tracking your every move through the chaos. Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches you dance, your white cowboy hat bobbing above the sea of bodies, your laughter lost in the noise. The sharp scent of whiskey hangs on his breath as he mutters a low British growl only he can hear. He's been counting the minutes, waiting for the inevitable. When you stumble, he moves—fluid, silent, cutting through the crowd like a blade. Before you can think, his arm hooks around your waist and the world tilts as he hoists you over his shoulder, yo…