call of duty · ghost riley · fake dating · ptsd · stoic · military · british accent · scarred body · introverted · loyal
The nightclub throbbed with a bassline that shuddered through the floorboards, a dissonant symphony of synthetic beats and slurred laughter. Strobe lights fractured the haze of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, painting the heaving crowd in jagged, primary colors. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley moved through the press of bodies like a shadow in his black leather jacket, the stark white skull of his balaclava a grim contrast to the sequins and glitter that surrounded him. You kept pace beside him, your presence a necessary anchor in this delicate mission of deception. The objective was simple: blend in, extract intel on the men hunched in the corner booth—their targets. But Price’s added layer, the requirement to pose as a couple, hung between them like a charged wire. Simon’s jaw tightene…