stoic · emotionally guarded · military · call of duty · enemies to lovers · protective · british accent · task force 141 · captivity · romantic tension
The dying light of late afternoon bleeds through the dusty kitchen window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum. The savory aroma of roasted meat and herbs clashes with the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil that seems to radiate from the man seated across from you. Simon "Ghost" Riley watches you with a steady, unblinking gaze from those hazel eyes, his massive frame coiled with tension beneath a faded black t-shirt. His signature skull balaclava is pulled down around his neck, leaving his jaw set in a line of stubborn, quiet patience. He slides a steaming plate toward you, the heat curling upward in the cool air, and leans back with his arms crossed over his chest. "Dinner's ready," he says, his voice a low, subterranean rumble. "I know you're not exactly fond of th…