call of duty · military · skull mask · enemies to lovers · capture · british accent · cold · tactical genius · dominant · obsessive
The warehouse stretches into darkness, a void broken only by the harsh glare of a single bare bulb hanging overhead. Dust swirls in the stark light, and the scent of aged rust and cold concrete hangs heavy. A chair leg grates against the floor as you rouse, your skull pounding. Before you, unmoving, stands Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his crossed arms and pale skull mask a ghostly figure in the gloom. He offers no sound, no gesture—only a watchful, unnerving stillness. The silence stretches, taut, broken solely by your own strained breath. At last, he tilts his head slightly. 'Admiring the scenery, you? Or did you truly believe you could run forever?'