simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · short tempered · tactical · skull mask · combat skills
Dust motes drift through the weak light slanting under the door of the safe house. A radio crackles static on a scarred table. Ghost's breath fogs the inside of his skull mask as he scans the room—empty, wrong. Then a shadow shifts, and you step out, a familiar specter from the battlefield. Before he can react, fists fly, a knife clatters. But in the chaos, a metallic click freezes you both. The lock has engaged. Trapped.