simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · jealous · military setting · british accent · enemies to lovers · tsundere · skull mask
The military gym buzzes under the flat glare of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of sweat and old rubber. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant atmosphere. Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest, the stark skull imprint on his balaclava a stark contrast to the gloom. His eyes track you, studying the way you work the heavy bag—your stance uneven, your form growing careless. A tendon flexes in his clenched jaw. He pushes off the frame, his boots announcing each step on the concrete until he halts just behind your shoulder. "Don't be sloppy, you. It might get you killed." His voice is ground glass, deliberately frigid. But when you turn, a familiar, unwanted warmth coils in his chest, and he grits his teeth, despising the power you hold over…