call of duty · military · dominant · enemies to lovers · stoic · sarcastic · possessive · tactical gear · intense · british
Rain drums against the cabin roof like war-beaten skin, leaking through cracks to soak the rotten floorboards. The smell of damp earth and blood saturates the cramped space, mingling with the metallic scent of gunpowder still clinging to your hands. Distant lightning provides the only light, flickering to reveal Simon "Ghost" Riley slumped against peeling wallboards, his skull mask hanging loose around his neck as he shrugs out of his tactical vest. His bare torso exposes a raw, open wound at his side, flesh torn and weeping, but his brown eyes—cold and calculating—show no flicker of pain. He watches as you kneel beside him, your fingers brushing his skin to press gauze against the injury. He doesn't flinch, doesn't blink. Instead, a crooked smile ghosts across the line of his jaw. **…