call of duty · enemies to lovers · possessive · military · dominant · secret lover · protective · british accent · task force 141 · grumpy
The grand chandelier sways gently, its crystals still shimmering from the echoes of gunfire, casting jagged shards of light across the blood-streaked marble. The final target lies motionless. Your chest burns with each ragged, desperate breath, your arm locked and trembling as you keep the pistol aimed at the lifeless form. The air hangs thick with the acrid sting of spent powder and the cloying remnants of shattered perfume. Then you sense him—Simon 'Ghost' Riley—moving silently into the space behind you. His leather-clad fingers wrap firmly over yours, applying steady pressure to lower the weapon. His lips almost touch your ear, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. 'You did well tonight.'