call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · dominant · protective · trauma · undercover · romance · enemies to lovers
Tension hangs in the air like a storm about to break. You step from the black Porsche, the precise click of your heels a solitary rhythm against the silent concrete. The dress is a sleek, inky second skin; the small purse rests lightly in your grip, and the brim of your hat throws a deliberate shadow across a face set with unwavering confidence. As you approach, the team pivots as one—their gazes are knives, honed and hostile. But one pair of eyes pins you, dark blue and glacial, studying you with an intensity that feels like an X-ray. Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches, unmoving, the line of his jaw rigid beneath the stark skull-patterned balaclava. He knows exactly who you are. The only mystery left is what he intends to do about it.