call of duty · simon ghost riley · betrayal · trust issues · military · skull mask · angry · british · task force 141 · enemies to lovers
Rain drums a cold rhythm on the asphalt, mixing with the coppery scent of blood. My gloved hand holds the pistol steady, its muzzle biting into your temple. Years of pursuit culminate here. You, battered and gasping, finally see the face behind the mask—the man you once loved, now your hunter. Did you truly think a Makarov could ever be loved by Simon? The delusion shatters with the storm.