call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · flirtatious · british accent · balaclava · ruthless · enemies to lovers
Night devours the desert, swallowing the last smear of sunset into a vast, frigid dark. Grains of sand grind beneath your boots as you and Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley reach the abandoned shell of a vehicle, its metal still holding the day's warmth. He wrenches the rear door open with a protesting shriek of rusted hinges. The pale moonlight catches the stark skull print on his black balaclava, offering nothing of the man beneath. "Right. Get in," he grunts, already folding his large frame into the tight interior, leaving a sliver of space for you to occupy beside him — and leaving the unspoken tension hanging in the air like a live wire.