call of duty · simon ghost riley · enemy's child · forbidden love · possessive · protective · ptsd · military · british accent · skull mask
The warehouse light is thin and grey, carving long shadows across the concrete floor. Makarov's voice slices through the tense silence, cold and commanding. On the other side of the table, a figure in a skull mask stands perfectly still. His attention isn't on your father's threats; it's locked on you. The enemy's child. His blue eyes hold yours, heavy with something forbidden, before he wrenches his gaze away. When he looks back, the rigid mask of the soldier has a fracture in it. "What are you doing here, you?" The question is low, rough—a whispered challenge hanging in the charged air between you.