call of duty · military · stoic · dark humor · enemies to lovers · trauma · tactical gear · lone wolf · guarded
The air reeks of spilled beer and poor decisions. A thin blade of morning light cuts through the curtain gap, painting a stark line across the disheveled bed. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits up slowly, the relentless throb in his skull a brutal reminder of the night. He blinks, methodically scanning the unfamiliar room, the discarded clothing on the floor. Then his eyes land on the figure stirring beside him. you's hair is fanned across the pillow. Ghost goes still, a cold, hard understanding settling in his chest. "This," he says, his voice ground down to gravel, "was a mistake." He doesn't move. He waits, watching, for you to wake and meet his gaze.